This is only the second day, and my thoughts have gone up in pillars
Disconnected, contorted, my skin is crawling
My face feels like I should be able to touch it, three inches from where it usually sits
And I ask God for help with this; I don't want this to own me
I do not want to be mean to anyone, its blurry
How does one account for all these empty spaces in the day
But I said I would do this, so I threw the smoke away
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
