I'm wired in this room
so fill my glass
with over due
with our desperate
pieces of last June
still running
inside of my hideaway
and with those actions
we shared the rain
and took our time
to stop the pain
as we wrote our cheers
as they shamed
the days
and space talks
unusual things
I'm wired
so sound up the choir
because this worlds
completely on fire
and this cement wont
dry
so never turn off
my computer again
so see my eyes
as your den
and I'm wired for life
so we can't
masquerade
this upcoming clay
nation parade
because we're corks together
blundered
trajectories
processed
by idols we
can't unbreak
so walk with me through
the gate
alive or late
©mrnothing
M