Ramblings of a Panicked Man

sorry, i have no fuel for that fire
stuck in the middle with you
and you

thought my chest would explode forasecondthere

Zen calm
is fuckin with my chest
breathing scared lungs into cardiac arrest

Zen calm
is fuckin with my breathing
chest is blessed into cardiac arrest

gold bricks rain down
knocking skull unconscious
as mixed blessings
pour out into sidewalk cracks

wanting to reach out just because
no one else does

Dreams
where I keep driving
miles past destination

Dreams
where I keep dying
miles … past destination

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