I stagger to get on the stage

Because the air is filling up in my brain.

The men in white that hold the metals close at hand

Say I should have not be here.

My time was ended by the moment I was born

As they moved to shuffle me into the gray box.

Now, the disease I have is the greatest to kill any second.

Don't use colors to paste the happiness I have they say

Or use my voice to copy the sad birds above.

Nor should I read the words written in old books.

My mazes that hide the clogged memories

I use to shelter the selfish actions of others,

Are breaking in more parts than you can see.

It hurts to know and understand what to do next.

One space time I am sinking the ocean with love

While another place I am sleeping inside the desert sand.

There is too much to be in at a place

Where they won't let me taste anything.

It is hard to not leave away a world like this.