the urge to live
is gone from my soul
I have nothing left
I've lost all control
I'm locked in a cage
I need to be freed
beauty so uncanny
it cannot be seen
by most of the population
they've lost the sensation
of living
and breathing
of seeing
and being
it pays so little
but costs a lot
what would you give
to grab a spot
in the books
in the texts
in the histories
of humanity

the popular vote
has gone to the dogs
I'm a ship at sea
in a social fog
I'm stuck in one place
yet moving all the time
held in slow motion
at the drop of a dime
holding my breath
can't take the suspensel
ife so complete
it don't have to make sense