The best of times.
I knew it was coming,
but it hurt all the same.

And so I found myself in an airport.
In the belly of the

I'm dearly gesturing to my broken wings
They're clipped and I'm falling down
You're acting as if you're the prince of kings
That

This insanity of making and manufacturing

and covering the earth with steel

ripped from the planet's bowels

is all

This Insanity

Your dark arrogance invades my dreams.
I know your head's crammed with miserable schemes.
Your smirking glances

Fear of Losing One's Mind

Panic first creeps insidiously

Then gallops recklessly

Through my veins

Leaping brainy synapses