looking at spilled glass of my past gravity of the world pressure the cast i feel like i can't get a good laugh when i speak i drag i carry alot on my shoulders through this broken path it's like im smiling but it's hard to laugh how did it get to this i feel ridiculous speaking through my cell i feel stressed compressed in my spells all i got left is a book of tomes unfinsish poems looking for a conversation through devastation da people im closest to feels like it's no relation i feel alone looking up at constellations so im in the booth speaking over vibrations getting a brief sinsation tryin to get eyes like weather stations take a deep breath when im meditating just to block out my own voice externally in the noise i close my eye an feel posied what i do is my choice