The mind engaged in logic
I can barely see 
My days sudden bursts 
I can rarely breath 
The flight of the air
Carries me through
The panic and dire 
Soothes my blues 

It’s the lurch
Of a flip
It’s not lunch
But a trip

Those piano notes
Cascades my blues
A remedy to inspire
I died a thousand times
When I missed him so
The baggage I build
Grazing on those grounds 
******* to fly again

It’s the lurch
Of a flip
It’s not lunch
But a trip

Ferry me through 
Carry me  through
For I need a train 
And a carriage
One for me
One for you
One for us 
One for all

The lurch
Unlatched 
The trip
Unflipped
Lets all have lunch. Huh?