Brain You
You are all I need
My Radiohead’s in the clouds
The vacant thoughts succeed
I was told looking up was really down
And everywhere my sentience pokes
I hear the cries of long lost hopes
And rotten drift raft afloat
Down a river bed next to my room
Stuck on an island in mid June
I keep on crying but it brings no light
Of all the torment and delirium plight
My own screams muffled and suppressed
I can’t move on or make it addressed
My depression it holds me tightly
And rightly
I am nightly
Woken up by the sight seeing mountain tops
And snow caps
Blanket white economic traps
I can’t do it anymore
I drive on through the pain
I can’t move on in life
Without my autophobic brain