Liars, Every One of Them

My eyes are not my friends Not true friends anyways We have a half friend Half skeptic thing going I don’t trust them My hands are also not my friends Or my skin for that matter Waltzing with phantom taps Flutters signal in my brain There’s nothing there My ears aren’t my friend either Not when I’m half asleep When I hear my name being called Followed by uneven beats Ghost laughs My brain is the worst of all I’ll hand it the award for worst chemist And best acosmic standards Its an eternal game of hide and seek I hear footsteps in the sky