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
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