Staring into the air like it’s visible to the sight

Going 100 mph , heart rate is the speed of light

Mind is black thoughts are haze in great lack

Finger directed to go slow but not to go back

Eyes get low and swollen my heart is golden

But my patients has just been ripped and stolen

Don’t know which road leads straight

But my road will not crack or break

Only be smoothed once I take the next step

Nothing holding me but my own blinded self

Thinking to the other side of the head

Right left don’t matter still on my last leg

How you feel is not what you think

Only what you see but what you know

Time to move but my moves will be solid but make since and talk every step slow.