To the Point

Roaming is my new hobby scanning the world for a new circus swinging from the rafters are monkeys on an acid trip bleeding white liquid onto the crowds watching them have their fun I know not what I see but I’m fairly familiar with this scene I think I’ve been here before It’s just lost some of it’s old appeal Shifting the gearbox into overdrive pushes me past sanity to a place that seems more comfortable than losing my mind think I’ll stick it out here until the paradox stops spinning in it’s grave A sly justification for not being normal not that any of this is