The Passenger - Cloakroom

I was not myself today or the night before

I’m the passenger

Picking up my tired frame

Crushed beneath its skull

But it’s barely full, still I feel the pull

Either way the pendulum would swing

Turning my trajectory

By the law of averages it’s my turn to fall

Heavy lids and all

Once I was a conduit

I sang extinction songs with the animals

Didn’t heed the call

Either way the tower starts to sway

I would barely feel a thing