Afflictions Awake a New Perspective
Every step forward, I take a step back.
I wake up in a dark place, facing the sky.
Jump back and forth from temporal lag.
Sickly green stars shine down from up high.
I wake up in a dark place, facing the sky.
The pale-yellow sun floats so close I could touch it.
Sickly green stars shine down from up high.
Wait, the Sun is gone. I wonder where it went.
The pale-yellow sun floats so close I could touch it.
To my left, a piercing red glow blurs my vision.
Wait, the Sun is gone. I wonder where it went.
Are those letters or numbers glowing in crimson?
To my left, a piercing red glow blurs my vision.
The world goes dark again; the Sun spatters out.
Are those letters or numbers glowing in crimson?
Blinking on and off again till I get up and about.
More on Back
The world goes dark again; the Sun spatters out.
Except, I wake up on the floor, just aside my bed.
Blinking on and off again until I get up and about.
My brother at the lightswitch asks if I bumped my head.
Except, I wake up on the floor, just aside my bed.
I pass time as I walk. Or does time pass me?
My brother at the lightswitch asks if I bumped my head.
The faint tinklings of tinnitus, in my ears ring.
I pass time as I walk. Or does time pass me?
Addicted to a life trapped stuck in a box.
The faint tinklings of tinnitus, in my ears ring.
A world of imagination is what it unlocks.
Addicted to a life trapped stuck in a box.
But out of touch with the world, how can I comprehend?
A world of imagination is what it unlocks.
The physical reality on which I depend.
But out of touch with the world, how can I comprehend?
What do you do when your life is a dream?
The physical reality on which I depend.
Do you give it great focus or pay it no heed?