Using a balance to fix your life,
Motivated to solve all my problems if I can just climb my Everest.
Take your jacket's zipper and readjust it to fit your mouth;
Part your fingers tracing this moment silently.
My desk has become a real-life demonstration for how my brain functions,
With outdated homework papers, empty Pepsi bottles, and scattered messages,
This may stay motionless in this dimension,
It has transformed into a recreation of a "Black Friday" shopping dash in here.
While others can live each day for eight hours and simply put it past them, I cannot.
Mine has been permanently etched, yes it is stronger than the bond for Wayne Newton's perm;
Vines grappling my throat with their long green fingers,
We can never truly erase the horrors of putting someone under the knife and then draping a black blanket on those cadavers.
Unorganized lines equal the day to day stress of this world.
Turning your body to face the wall as you puff a Marlboro,
Realizing that life will never be balanced it will always be a teeter-totter, always one-sided.