Conversations I’ve had dosed
give reality another dimension
and warps crude what eyes see
into things I will never mention.
Taken by the vices broken
I had an aid to keep me calm.
Revert my hurt into voids
did this thing in my palm.
Now I need to see what flows
in hindsight as the buzz fights
to leave from in my blood I
examine things in my sight.
I can be wholesome and tender,
and in despair need for repair
from the things I can always see
as obstacles they’re always there.
I’ve taken control and liberated
from my body some things that
have numbed all my anxiety into
what I now know I can combat.
I’ve taken a turn for the better
after I said fuck worry before bed.
Now free I see all with clarity it
that broke me and what I need fed.
Speaking In Tongues 