Ideation by Lolly Vieira

I often fly by the seat of my pants

don't usually have a plan

but when I do, it's pretty bad

because most of the time

I am awfully fucking sad

with fears that life is just a fad,

some cosmic joke

for all to laugh at

all but me

with my toxic routines,

I’m at home in a hazmat suit

the daily poisoning of my soul

is my only hobby

it turns as black as the back of my closet

where the skeletons stay hidden

for good reason

but you can't hold me back

the way I do to myself