The Big Picture

I woke up in a fire

You leave something left to be desired

I remember nothing 

But I’ll never forget

Seedy technology offering 

Swallow your pride and mine too

I’ll cry when I want to

These hours blend together like puree 

Ice sprinkled lightly on top

Of concoctions I’m ready to drown in 
I’m like an alcoholic with words

I drink them down until drunk

And then spew them out

Literally

All over myself and I

Want to be clear this is fear

This is fear and I’m lost

Amidst the hourglass, the goddamned thing.

It’s so becoming so becoming. 

You cannot race time.

You cannot race time.

You cannot race time.

You’ll lose every time.

You cannot race time.

You cannot fucking race time.

You cannot, you cannot

You’ll lose every goddamned time.