senses swimming in the cesspool of my mind
keeping it professional, with a little let loose on the side
definitions become blurry, surely a mistake
social maintenance to avoid looking unworthy and fake
i jive with the cosmos, i float with the butterflies
in my free time you can find me loitering where the clutter lies
jaded and half awake, misplaced in this vast space
a pale face, hated, masquerading in black lace

presumptions piling to the point of no return
suffocating in the dark like a soft, lonely burn
balance is compromised, disguised by a grin
accommodating volcanoes i climb to the rim
i dance with electrons, i chat with the wind
i wrestle with the landscape, refusing to be pinned
jaded and half awake, misplaced in this vast space
a pale face, hated, masquerading in black lace