Keeping with distraction my minds ambitions running around making prophecies
A tunnel whirl wind feeling, running slowly through the back of my head
Going nowhere but everywhere at the same time
Reckless spontaneous thrills breaking the back point
The overcast ruining the alibis…. Excuses never seem so promising
Everything cluttering around laying there for the next fixture to claim territory
Thought about this over, went through once more. Dotted the i’s , crossed the T’s
Never seemed to get it out, just backlashes and puts me back to where it started