In deserts we can forgo the oasis
Injuries, they will teach us all the basics
It'll come to us, it falls out of the sky
Intensity on our toes, meant to be spry
Stemming from a love of carelessness
Paired with the terror of recklessness
Compressed into the fetal position
Speaking words with no volition
It becomes a boat too big to row
A beggar asks "can't you tell me how"
Into a colorful pillow
Advanced, but furrowed your brows
So you just
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! and
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! and
Slap! Slap! Slap! and
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! and
Shake! Shake! Shake! and
Whine! Whine! Whine! and
Cry! Cry! Cry! turn
Red! Red! Red! For the love of-
Cut it out!
Just another blowout
Regression
Subconscious obsession
