I Was A Basketcase

Stumbling through the hallways
Bumping into unbalanced voices
Barely hearing the echoes off the walls
Clutching the rails to stabilize the shakes
Focusing on falsified paradise under the dim sun
Negating beams of moon in my stagnant pupils
However it all came to be
A prescription
A misstep
A bounce pass
A diversion

The lines all resolve to the tonic
The one similarity in all this dissonance
Such a tumultuous calm
Divided by all your qualms
Echoing through cries shrill
Though our stance stands still
Sanctioned by a false flag
Figuring frequent delusions
Stated acceptance of seclusion
Despite such a downward slant
Digging though soulful hopes
Related to all our modern tropes

Denying all distortion
To enhance such fortunes
To never stumble blind
Or give in to a bind

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