The vibes of confusion
There are vibes of confusion when your life is a ramble. Swinging, resting, falling landing. Nowhere better than a gamble. Our lives are confusing Fears widen bringing burden Tension rising without warning Sudden, stopping, sorry, no. If a moment can be telling, Thoughts now combining. Then constant moments you don’t want.. Is that hell? Bring rest of pressure building making...
Now its just a glitch.
There was that one time the whole world seemed to fall away for a while.. Now its just a glitch.