out here holding my breath
trying not to sneeze
choking back a cough
trying not to breathe
is this the way its gone be
for now on we're not
immune to live this way
we're not prepared to
be this impaired we need
the air for a source of life
their busy telling us lies
if this isn't war why we
fighting for our life
it's so biological in small
print on a warning label
I'm done with so many things
in my life I'm done with so
many people in my life
I'm done you can stick me
and pull out a clean knife
I mean I'm drained
feeling in these times
I feel no more pain like
pulled teeth on Novocaine
can't be bothered with it
some don't use their 7th
sense their common sense
chaos don't need no help
from nonsense I have no
comment too busy accepting
things I cannot change
I can change how I see things
still that don't mean I see clear
enough to see through stuff
round or flat world walking
on black land courageous
forager's pollinator's bee's
in the trap buzz back
if you get that over here
trying to get back from
a colony still in hives