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Apr 2018
Oh, are my eyes glazed?
Do you love them when they clear the haze?
Do they shine bright?
Was it the drugs, original sin, and spite?
Are my eyes glazed?
Can you see my soul through these neurotic storms
Where I'm a grandiose fool?

Or I dropped out of School?

I'm still carrying the fire
I'm still tending to it gingerly
I've been working on the right things
Since I've been hit by psychedelic lightning
Oh no, do you know what that means?
Do you know your etymology?

Trust me I'm aware when I'm off center
I got scared when I went through the fender ******, but
Sometimes I just don't make sense, or
I'm just shy of the right to render
Are my eyes glazed?
what i mean in the second stanza is a double entendre: literally, losing my balance from psychedelics when i was already very self conscious and self absorbed and becoming paranoid, and also the intense self-awareness i grew through going through that and many other things

speaking to the rest of the poem, where i'm questioning my actions, my social output when compared with this idea of what i should be. i'm questioning whether it's what i SHOULD DO or what i COULD HAVE been. i know how i seem when i say off base things and just sort of write, when i dont focus right... i say things like that a lot... and i seem to put that aligned version of me in the future. will i get there, or am i just this?
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