you could gain some transparency, sitting backwards in your pilot seat
you’re a false driving force seeped in delirium
continue to water your plastic flowers and pat yourself on the back for having a green ythumb.
maybe there will come an early morning, wiping the sleep from your eyes, suddenly it’ll strike you
a fucking couple thousand pounds of cement
im not betting on it
youll be forgiven by those with the same disease, don’t worry
you’ve become a magnet for those as vile as yourself