Carry

Spinning and bleeding through this precarious illusion.
When I shut my windows to the world I feel alien.
I take a breath just to re-assess where exactly I stand.
Right here.
Or do I?
Guess I’ll never know.
Lifted and free of everything that was over me.
Spinning completely as I’m haunted by the natural laws.
Lost in a perpetuating dreamscape random cycle of time.
And I can’t seem to figure it out while we all drift away.
Goddamn never felt so gutted.
Draining and collecting inside a foreign vessel.
That’s ok I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Everything is in it’s place.
Go ahead and take it away!
Bring me around to any other place!
Soon enough we’ll all come back around.
And I’ll be me all over.
That’s all I’ll ever know.
I realize it’s all the same.
For all of us and none of us.
I realize we’re all the same.
For anyone to find someone…
They must first find themselves.
Lifted and free of anything under me.
Spinning completely.
Screaming put me down.
Down.