what keeps you going

what gets you out of bed

when your brain is overflowing

ideas remain unsaid


the minds of time are blowing

the peace of being dead


whilst history is sewing

false stories in your head


theres no way of them knowing

the same old roads you tread


the panic and the glowing

the fear i try to shed


medication mowing

brain cells are being bled


a microscope is showing

an illness being fed