Cycles -

I’ve been slowly spiraling down the same roads again

Where the past and future tense are all that I’m living in

I’m buried deep inside my head

You’ll never see me.

I barely exist

But the more it seems I live and breathe

I feel too much of anything

I’m breaking down, I want to get out of here

But I’ll ride this out until it all seems clear

From the looks of things, you’d think i never felt this way

Control always loses me

But life is disaster when you’re swallowed by reaction

And the burden of recurring disease

I’m buried deep inside my head

You’ll never see me.

I barely exist

But the more it seems I live and breathe

I feel too much of anything

I’m breaking down, I want to get out of here

But I’ll ride this out until it all seems clear