Static
Floating on top of a rushing rapids
Not falling in, been taking antacids
Brain full of fog with my eyes underground
Surfing on static while laying around
A TV screen hisses with black and white streaks
Most int'resting thing that I've seen in weeks
Can't even put headphones into my ears
Sound has gummed up all the cogs and the gears
Ceiling fan slowly rotates about
Blades moving 'round as if they're in doubt
Tell me. what is this blankness I feel
Sometimes I don't think that I am quite real
Copyright © Kai Bredwell | Year Posted 2023
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