A nice curve upon these lips
upside down then often flips
sinking deep with no one near
words buzz my head about fear
cryptic thoughts with simple minds
describes humans of three kinds
hum of nature's life outside
pink mush in my skull, just dyed
no pain skating though my form
feeling wooden, where's the swarm
thinking found answers, I'm lost
rare's high-priced but at what cost
too many metaphors so it's okay if you don't understand. This is just an outlet for me. Overthinking always gets the best of me, but today, not thinking or caring at all really upset me. Overthinking can be good. Humans of three kinds...
