The earth is spinning and I am not even high
Self-culprit of my own demise
Time passes faster it is flying by
My devil is attempting to hitch a ride
Merry-go-round of ups and downs
Sigh of relief postmarks a frown
When I am around such a peculiar essence
Slightly griping evanescence
Intoxicated blob caused by snobs
Our ideas are objects robbed
Belittle my truth and hide my lies
Or you too will feel my demise