Every morning when I awake

A glass in one hand, a small paradise marking my fate

the paradise in my other palm

The yellow oblong world seems to shrink when looked upon

I splash the water into my soul, 

and with it goes the world.

Opening up my dead synapses

Sparking a flame in my corpse


I have a better grip on reality

Now that my head's in the right space.

The yellow pill that I am made up of

falls right into place.




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