my brain is a knot, a neverending line of thoughts
overboard i feel and i'm drowning in the sea
material over person.
overboard it seems.
We talk in collisions of thought, bouncing on posts
careful not to fall.
Where are we? We are lost.
I drive and find my new best friend, a vestibule to follow
one that i can streamline behind
put my mind in neutral and let it roll.
these thoughts, they come to mind.
my light in my hands are dying.
material over person.