Deviation with a shame filled walk,
it’s plasma bubbles in a tank of thought,
where they merged and had my sanity trapped,
nuclear pendulum of massive dis-ease was the fact.
Now nebulous and scantily clad is my sight,
but I’ll find my way home though it be darkest of night.
Incredulous that it’s less real than a dream,
where logic ends, existence is black and cracks at the seams.
So pour me a round of that stuff they drink down,
that liquid ignition to confidence where rests a crown.
Smoldering with intent and delusions not realized,
kickstart your mind until it swims to the beat of life’s song.