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Electrostatic
Well sorry if I’m distant,
and I’m not great at engaging, cause my head is in the clouds,
and a thunderstorm is raging...
I’m not up there on purpose,
It’s a side effect of gazing
into deep chromatic skies,
and just thinking of the phrasing
for this mental fuzz,
cerebral buzz,
electric meditation,
or euphoria sensation,
I’m locked in speculation...
I must connect with other minds
to redirect the tension,
every time her eyes align with mine,
I’m caught in a suspension,
like a bridge that’s under pressure,
this is way too much attention,
I can’t run and hide,
I’m paralyzed,
oh I forgot to mention,
there’s this girl—
um... so yeah
My heart is spinning rapidly from dumb infatuation, ugh
but I can’t help the pull of gravitational rotation...
The lightning strikes,
I snap to life,
a state of realization,
there’s just static now,
no one’s around,
was I zoned out?
What happened?
Well I’m underneath the clouds again,
and down below it’s raining,
so I keep walking down the road,
can’t even try explaining,
although now with every step I take,
my confidence is waning,
may be lost amongst the rolling storm,
you won’t hear me complaining,
thunder echoes through the end of time,
the sound of it so draining,
I would change my course to find the source,
the bolts of light containing,
except when you fight the current,
all the dissonance is straining,
like this endless slur of rhymes,
so relentless,
slightly paining.
I think I’m being followed,
something’s flickering and chasing,
skipping closer now,
I wipe my brow,
a winding path it’s tracing...
how far have I even gone?
Man I’m terrible at pacing,
hard to get a decent view,
with the thick grey clouds encasing,
now I’ve lost it,
but I feel it’s near,
my heart is really racing,
and this buzzing sound I hear,
from the direction that I’m facing,
right in front of me I fear,
my electric fate embracing,
I run towards it,
and with my last breath,
I call in reinforcements...
From over the horizon
soars an atmospheric crew,
blasting hopeful sonic waves,
raining down from clearest blue,
lets you know there’s something left inside,
these panicked thoughts subdued,
though they tell you that you’re not alone,
you don’t believe it’s true,
cause you’re struck by anxious lightning lies,
you haven’t got a clue,
of this abrasion,
expectation,
it’s too late to start anew...
Well the shock is taking over,
now it’s jamming the liaison,
this electrostatic pathogen, idealistic contagion,
makes you feel you’re never good enough,
you gave in to the hazing,
so just blow up the receiver dish,
with spirit guns a blazing,
now the sound
will not be found,
in surrender,
hands are raising,
no more static,
it’s amazing,
when you break free of the dazing,
yeah
But in the end the truth of it
is not too hard to find,
when reality unwinds,
am I the last one of my kind?
Wary creature of the hurricane,
confused by the design of
my sporadic heart,
eclectic soul,
electrostatic mind.
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This is basically a rap of sorts, attempting to describe my intrinsic struggle with anxiety and ADD mostly. It is very much open to interpretation.