My brain is too slow
These cells surpass any expectations
They rampantly grow
Painfully aware of aging, this net shelters me no more from those mean mosquitoes
And my eye’s itching again
I’ve been offered a simple plan
But I can’t believe in brevity,
When I feel these bruises on my knees
Encore, I lost the thread
Of all kinds of communication
Anxiety nods my head
No sense for evaluations, these limbs would like a rest though I’m not sure I’ll ever get
Up to my feet, banality, again
I’ve been offered a simple plan
But I can’t believe in brevity,
With all these bruises on my knees
I can’t believe in brevity
When I have these bruises on my knees……
