Rigor Mortis

Sandbagging myself
Brain begins to fail
Mid-crisis in texts
That stays in my cell
Per se, I’m no saint
Plus size illusions
Forcing me to share
Stigmata like changes
I forgot how it feels
To have ground under hills
I forgot how it feels
To have ground under hills
It’s changing
It’s changing
Mastering art of living on the road
Testing this ground
I forgot how it feels
To have ground under hills
I forgot how it feels
To have ground under hills
It’s changing
It’s changing