Here it comes again --the acid creeping up my throat Reminding me that the motion I perceive with my eyes Does not coincide With the motion of my mind. The fluid in my ears, I find Being steered by forces hidden behind A curtain blinding my sight.
When I was six, the sickness would hit When I was in the backseat going down winding streets. The pain, I claimed, came from my jaw But it wasn’t long until they saw Splattered across the back bench of the car --I was motion sick.
As a teen, cleaned from this curse, Steering the machines that once made me squeam, I thought I was free. Until vertigo creeped into my seams. Clear sight, but a spinning mind! A crystal displaced in the skull behind my face Would trace every turn through, as if it was reality who had forgotten to move.
Now nausea creeps in again as my mind perceives a reality that once again, my eyes can’t see.
All of my hopes and dreams
so real to me…
But when my eyes look out to reality, they are nowhere to be seen And it makes me feel So Nauseous