This is me.
Trying to figure out morality.
But I can’t even see.
Gnawing at my lips.
Going to town.
Honest to God,
It was at the tip of my tongue.
But I guess it just fell down.
To the back of my throat.
God, it’s really lodged back there.
I guess you could say that I’m just trying to stay afloat.
But nobody really seems to care.
Talking to myself with fascination.
Think I finally got that word worked up,
I might need a checkup.