“Overwhelmed”

-Mind spillin in my notes, wonderin why I can’t pick my own brain

-the chill I feel evokes somethin out of me -can’t figure my topography obviously somewhere on planet earth

-I feel lost in random anomaly, honestly I feeling I lost it all try to ball at cost

But still I fall

-I’m gettin back up but should I walk or crawl, pressin stability against the wall

-not gravity catchin my body ,barely my dialogue

-stumble, spiral like tidal of streams or waves that’s climbing up

-I can’t see past my own pain, cause I don’t recognize what hurts to seal where the holes layin

-just mentally tired of the whole thing and people trying to clog engines in my flown planes

-but luckily I can still fly over the whole lane

-grounded like I know plains, grazing over and growin wane

-but still feel my soul don’t have a glow bling

-duller than faint strings as gold chains