Hole in Hand - Taking Meds

At night my mind becomes

An empty room

With a computer in the corner

And an ethernet cable

And a body-sized tunnel

I dug to the outside

In case I have to escape

There’s a hole in my hand and the sand is raining down

In front of my pants

There’s a hole in my hand and the sand is raining down

In front of my pants

And I’m starting to float again

At night my mind becomes

An unmarked car

Doing lots and lots of waiting

With a camera to the window

And the key in the ignition

In case I have to escape

There’s a hole in my hand and the sand is raining down

In front of my pants

There’s a hole in my hand and the sand is raining down

In front of my pants

And I’m starting to float again