Symptoms -

«Tell me everything, and take your time,» I said

Now your bromides stain my mind with photoluminescent dye

As I wait my turn to speak, language center’s stultified

Fruit is sweet, and past its peak

You fill your cheeks, but miss the signs

You’ve got symptoms

We only can discuss kittens

You’ve got symptoms

Breaking through the cross rhythms

Of our interlocking mental prisons

In my diagnosis

You must have your reasons

How to treat you when I’m surely no physician?

Nonetheless it’s plain that there’s a worsening condition

As we reach the red line, hang your head on mine

Always time for one more chance

Now I fear that time has passed

Due to symptoms

There hasn’t been a thought given

To those symptoms

Breaking through the cross rhythms

Of our interlocking masochism

In my diagnosis

You don’t even notice

How to fix this when I’m surely no magician?

Possibly you know it’s an impossible position

Happy to not be scared of you

It’s dumb to do that anymore, I think

New dream: gone already

New dream: same as the old

New dream: happy, happy

New dream: scared