Disparate Thoughts of the Laterally Divergent
I had a tenuous grasp on reality as it was
now there is no border
Staggering through a downpour of mental sewage
in no particular order
Projecting my chaotic catharsis
on a moving human canvas
So much streaming consciousness
even I can't understand us
The scenes are real-time glitching
at the speed of sight
My mind is a screaming freight-train
blinded by the light
When I speak I have to grab ahold of a thought
and mould it into syllables
But my inner monologue's schizophrenic
littered with rebellious individuals
To see this projected on the rest of the minions
brings me no piece of mind
Swimming through a sea of opinions
seeking clarity I can't find
This gift of projection bestowed upon me
has dragged my train off of it's rails
A bull in a china shop rebel with no cause
please make it stop before it all fails
This gift of projection I see reflected upon me
is no gift at all as far as I see
Wading through my delusions to find someone to blame
"with my finger on the trigger of a money game"