Anon

Anon

Feel the jagged edges of between the molecules

Nothing certain but happiness and sadness at the same time

Suddenly you’re in that dimension and feel allegation

The finger of life in your direction that you’re an alien

Unwittingly fighting in the psychological subterranean

Trying to remember the step that slipped up

Ironical that the only up is a decline

Face the facts separates your mind into chemical lines

There’s nothing physical for tit’s the will chronicle

Testament to failure or difference regardless, it’s a dead end

How to find the molecules that bind

That’ll raise me up and I’ll walk without a shroud

Is this punishment for what’s been done in a past life?

Punishment and reward are such nefarious types

And belief is surrender to fear

Maybe one day an answer will appear