I have ruptured all sense,
sense of who I am,
sense of what I was and why.
Purpose only sits in front of me as
Great and disgusting taste,
of what I believe is wrong and right.
I feel like Posiedon in a fish tank.
Pigeon head on albatross wings.
Lord Gaia riding a deathly steed.
I like those moments when my eyes recalibrate.
Clarity stands by me,
its comforting spirit tells me what to do.
– Ajax The Arrogant