Watts and volts
Nutts and bolts
Do not sit right
With a loss of appetite
Sitting on the pinnacle
And being cynical
Detatched
And mismatched
I feel meek
By drowning with just a slow leak
Just a drop can turn into a flood
Leaving me buried in mud
Everything is out of my league
When I'm drowning in fatigue
Too much asleep
To even weep
I had a shot
But then I forgot
Stillness
Is the only way to cure this illness
In other words, I am having trouble finding the door
Because I don’t want to work on Maggie’s farm anymore