Mediocre Poems

ToXIC FuMES

It dreamt of chasing memories, the lost tapes of high school

The ones' where the mind doesn't forget, it popped

Too stiff to notice a difference

Keep taking the pills, the dream will be on the other side

Functioning at one-hundred is a fantasy

Eighty or ninety will have to do

Those dues are paid, but in hindsight their not

Blurry vision, lights are way too bright

Gotta see into those minor lapses

Why bring up déjà vu just to see it again?

Standing up to stumble

The head is smashing as if it's hit with a large bag of pebbles

Fred didn't do it, leave Bamm Bamm alone

Think back, what's the significance?

Clogging up like a sewage pipe

Probably won't even eat any dinner tonight

Whoa the subconscious is fucked from left to right

Dreaming, hoping to fade away at night

Don't understand this at all, then don't

Won't do it, it's impossible

Won't do it, it's too late

Wait it out, just a little while longer, they say

Good things come to those who wait