Wiersze - Whats my problem


What's my problem,
Here's my problem,
My problem is that I'm
Too visual to be blind,
Too audiological to be deaf,
Too ideological to be in peace,
Too compassionate to be in war,
Too crazy to be sane,
To sane to be lazy,
Too emotional to be you
If I could only stop my head,
From going into constant infection,
Then maybe I can swim back
To my own version of consistent sanity.
Angelic daemons,
Liquid dreams,
Transparent mountains
Of our own reality.
Burning oceans,
Melting faces,
Melting faces,