Everybody, everybody seems to know, am I awake or pacing til it takes a hold?

You left here feeling tired, but you cleaned off your whole plate. Collapsed into a pile,

Distressed and in a state (forever it goes)

Fortune teller reading at the speed of sound. The energy is bare, flexing is it lost or found

The need to feel destruction of our own best laid plans, we need that new connection to feel the warming cleanse

But I require connection to the world. Caught up, contained to feel the warm decay

Everyone, everyone, everyone they seem to know. The shimmer glistens as it ripples through the undertow

You feeling so hardwired, connections feel constrained, the chrome it fills the dial, mercurial to the taste,

Fortune teller, can you tell us all you know? A slight of hand can pulse into the afterglow

The apathetic notion, is everyone the same? The pulsing, low contortions, I throw them all away