Two plus two, two plus two,
I get a rythm in my head a holding pattern that feels me with fear
My hand settles into a rythm.
I'm sad and disappointed
I'm angry at my body, my blood and the world around me
Why are you so fragile that you qualsh my hopes and dreams?
Leaving me unfit, it seems, for any job i wish to do?
An ugly little scar inside a plain-sized head,
I could go somewhere in this life, but instead,
I sit here fighting off the demands that are shattering my every hope and dream
I've got to find a focus to keep from going mad.