Wake up once more in this decomposing world.
The alarm says "Rise and Grind" but all there is to do is to fall and whimper.
Put on a casque and get in on the daily swirl.
Take a seat in my machine and vibe to crowfeathers and pines.  Take a ride through the soulless, empty town only to realise how much I despise it. Step on the gas along with angry beats. And then I spot them.
Pretentious entities that talk more than they crawl.
Their tongues don't phase me though.
Passivity.
I arrive at my floating childhood.
Still stuck between gratefulness and resentment.
Ambiguity.
I enter inside.
Scent of wood.
Memories infiltrate.
I dismiss them only to find myself sitting in front of boredom.
Lifeless things that confer their lifelessness to me.  
Dive into them only to resurface gasping for air.
Focus is of minimalism today. And by "today" I mean everyday. Lay my head to rest but it has other plans.
Takes me on a ride through the fictitious thoughts I create. Anxiety and despair swarm. Contemplation of things that don't even exist yet are still very real.
I erase them.
At least I tell myself that I do. Because they are always around. Their mouths salivating at the chinks in my armour.
Always waiting.
Always watching.