relief

lost in the snake pit of conformity
the belt tightens
sloshing through the mud
heart frozen shut
friends lost in the fire
look around to see
drunk on purple flowers
find the missing links
go inside them like it’s nothing
dinosaurs roam the streets
don’t know who i am
or what it means
take it all in like a sunset
credits roll
exit sign flashes
go back into the sea of consciousness
where new worlds await
walk as a god amongst mortal men
hide behind sunglasses and psychobabble
finally shedding this skin
and the problems that go with it
feeling good again is like death
you know that there is work to be done
but now you do it with love
within the infrastructure of morality
where choices remain to be made
swallow the pill
burn through savings
secretly fantasize
about having nothing
being nobody
going even lower than this
the last man standing
what a relief