To be a monkey with anxiety…
Trials and errors don’t bother me,
Because I’m living in the swamp and feel no shame
In self-medicating with stranger’s pain.

Cool.

More automation, no autonomy.
Coming down too violently,
Yes, I hear but never listen, present but always missing.
To be lost somewhere yet to be too tired to care…

Everything I see is just reflections in the mirror,
Labels and degrees make the world so much clearer.
There I see myself, drowning in the meadow.
There’s no longer me, only manufactured shadow.

Cool.