Bullet Points

Bullet Points

Chart out a course

Then I blow 'em off

Of course

Daydreaming in stale permutation

Time-wasting in perpetuation, then

Dangerous thoughts

Dangerous thoughts

Spiral spiral on a chaotic plot

Mind going where it knows it should not

Idle cells devise scary plans

Create catastrophe in our own hands, and

Dangerous thoughts

Dangerous thoughts

Like

I don't know who I am

I don't know what I want

Would I be better off

To not be?

At a certain point

You might

Wonder what you've done with years of time

I've felt like all phases of life

Are a singular compression of time

Measured as long

Yet so small

How long do you reckon it is

The moving moment of the present in which we exist

Memory reciting tales of the past

Imagination guessing how it will last, or end

Dangerous thoughts

Dangerous thoughts

Like

I've been nowhere

What have I done?

I feel like nothing at all

I don't know who I am

I don't know what I want

Would I be better off

To not be?