I was not myself today or the night before
I’m the passenger
Picking up my tired frame
Crushed beneath its skull
But it’s barely full, still I feel the pull
Either way the pendulum would swing
Turning my trajectory
By the law of averages it’s my turn to fall
Heavy lids and all
Once I was a conduit
I sang extinction songs with the animals
Didn’t heed the call
Either way the tower starts to sway
I would barely feel a thing