A mind so vacant,
ain't it awful
it's still complicated?
Life so full
and weighted with
pockets full of
   hesitation.
Can't seem to let go,
yet so
eager to now cut the rope
wrapped around a swollen throat,
hindering worries.
Not fit for elegance,
true to limbic resonance.
I keep myself closed off,
   tightly
in a mason jar,
you see?
No!
There's no turning back.
The veil's been pulled,
the world's not flat.
Stuck in all these disbeliefs,
while monsters still
control your dreams