My mind is in a foggy state
when I’m waking.
Condensation leaking from
my concentration.
Can’t tell the difference,
what’s real or my imagination.
How can I keep my world from quaking
when every little thing
grows bigger and the ground starts shaking?

Conscience coincide with science.
I could never follow trends,
I’m too defiant.
Indigo until the end,
I’m too reliant.
I **** everything in silence...
You and I, a plus.
Me? Alone?
Minus