Don't Worry. I'm Fine.
I'm so dizzy without moving on the floor,
The world's spinning too damn fast.
Sitting up and falling down,
Each motion producing the same as last.
With flying outside my body, I watch
This slow-motion movie flow past me.
Arduous exertion to move away
from unfolding events I see.
Fingers aching awfully,
pupils behind milky glaze,
This thought without meaning,
addition to a vacuous phase.
Tell me what's worse,
lack of thought but no need for knife?
Or to leave this vacuous state
and relapse back into life?
The world's spinning too damn fast.
Sitting up and falling down,
Each motion producing the same as last.
With flying outside my body, I watch
This slow-motion movie flow past me.
Arduous exertion to move away
from unfolding events I see.
Fingers aching awfully,
pupils behind milky glaze,
This thought without meaning,
addition to a vacuous phase.
Tell me what's worse,
lack of thought but no need for knife?
Or to leave this vacuous state
and relapse back into life?