outliving the fantasy of we
when people speak I merely breathe
I'm not the chose
just one of those
who's just not there
anymore

heady rhythm of my sinus
in tune with my tinitus
a whole new land give to me

tryin' to find my way around
and so far I've found the ground
so I stop and stand alone
and think too much of what I've sown
that has brought me to no sound

now a brand new trek to take
every step a huge mistake
not sensing any call
caroming off nonexistent walls
as though I'm not really awake