I could map the schematics of my psychotic mind
They are highways to “The High Way”.
Alleyways to the gutter.
Left and right is up and down
And I’m never coming down unfortunately
I look down and the only down is death
Climbing the barbed wire fence to the other side
Pain and suffering is life; we all do know
Simply row that boat
So gently down the stream
I am the lost one; always have been
Cause life is but a dream.
One thought on “Schematics.”
A living dream,