Menthol Evacuation - Douglas

Wriggling through these riddles all the time

Scratching patches of my mind

In this restless world of mine

What do you find when you hunt out your own fears?

Peaceful sleeping patterns seem so near

24−7 in your blanket underground

Absent from the world above

Telling stories of your own, by yourself, to yourself

Stomping through these conversations with a gleam

Turning, turning, yearning all the time

I find the time to wind up, step back

Appreciating everything

Stand up, turn on your mind, stand out

Present the present before the future

Of your entire life

Tearing through your room is your tornado

Twisting up this chiselled mind i think you’ll find

That as the one

You’re walking that fine line