nelipot

if only there were a mind switch
so i could sleep in true darkness
and not this swirling brightness
that i cannot turn to avoid.

if only brain surgery worked
with tweezers and corkscrews to hand
so i could dissect these sections
that are slowly turning me mad.

i know more than i should do
and my cynicism fills in the rest
so many friends that i never knew
funnily, they know all about me

leave it leave it leave it
you've come too far for this
remember pounding those pavements
remember being anything but dead?