Ticketholder

A wave of apathy, My body atrophies
My friends succeed and I’m a
Sponsor to their meteors I

Hope I remember how to be around them now
So much of social life is
Practice Practice Praxis Axis

Climate catastrophe, I’m just a ticket holder
I got in rhythm with myself
My energy is folding

Guess I could go to Mars, put me inside the spaceship
We’ve proven we can be suspended
And upended without harm

Or Alarm. Serpent Charm
Trapped in glass now
About to pass out
Hold it in

Is there a purpose hеre?
Was there a purposе pending?
We’re living fist to mouth we’re
Gleeful, purchasing, pretending

Another sleepless night
I used to love the feeling
My breathing cycle, geometric
Clean from floor to ceiling

Tile, holding bile, just another mile
Trapped in glass now
About to pass out
Hold it in