Oh, oh whatever.

Never another day that looks like the same thing,
Over and over where am I, whatever.
Spiraling down like a paper plane suicide,
Crashing waste basket debris.
I think you see everything my fingers see
When I keep hit hitting the same plastic keys.
I am a thousand packets of sugar,
All lined up like a house of cards gone flat.
I'm finding it's impossible to overstep
When the obstacles are only protracted two dimensions.
Hanging on to every word, hanging on
My fingers feel like wax and I'm bending under the weight, under the heat
All the while dripping bits and pieces, the bits and pieces
that used to mean or make meaning.
I can't remember the motivation or the source,
The thousand years gone fast.
I'm holding on, holding on to words
That keep slip-slipping on black ice.
I've run out of everything and... run for your lives,
run for your life, run for something, I'm running on empty.
I keep hitting the same keys and...
I can't come up with a single thought.
The all encompassing everything implosion that wrenches your eyes cross,
That stale, stagnant gray cloud that sits in front and behind the world of fog.
oh, oh whatever.