3:30 am, as the birds start to sing,
madness is still in full swing
letting it out, breathing it in.
what words are worth remembering?
most likely all those that we forget
time and space are crumbling on each other
circles with no ends, and no bridges to get over the gaps
deep black holes, drawing us in
where have we gone, the you and I
we knew
or are they still here with us?
spinning in our graves ?
madness in full swing,
whirling like the wind
already overstimulated, aren’t we ?
pushing to keep habits alive!
there is no more
room for error
cause we already fucked it up so many times!
what words are worth remembering?
probably those that we forget!
©steve sniukas