This only cooks under intense pressure Mixing raw desire with fermented exile Diced visions of some reaching future That you're a weary fool to compile Don't go alone Don't go at all Don't lose the way Don't feel appalled You're a mixture of yous Trying to surface from this glue You should reach out But I know you won't It's ok to doubt That you can navigate this on your own How can you ask for help in a search to be alone?
Quit Vision 