This dude was long lost
In turmoil
Rat-racing amidst doubt induced haze
Haphazardly produced
Thoughts
He always wants to go back and analyse
See
What went wrong and when
Thus he forgets
To look, not backward, not onward
Inward, now-ward
Contemplate and check
How am I being, today?
This utmostly infinite minute
Addicted to chaos, addicted to anxiety
The safe way of feeling alive
Self-destructive, self-distrust-ive
I'm telling you, man, it's just a waste of time
And if you quit observing it
Like sawdust under gust, shall go away
