Get A Fix

I don’t have a backbone
Feels like it’s broken
Because everything hurts

Infrastructure
Damaged beyond repair
Potholes of despair
Popping tires

The only aid I seek
Tonight is to fix
My back
And wander the bleak

One two three four
Keep your feet
On the floor

Five six seven eight
Keep dancing and
Don’t float away

Gone am I on this
Endless sea
So shall we see
Night lights
Of the city

You could notice
My pupils pulse
As I’m injected
With the energy

The vibe
Haze
Energy
Whatever you call it

I’m glazed over
And taken over
In a trance

I am the
Calmest maniac
Among the hidden
Freak kingdom
Denizens

I hear the glow
Of bumping backlit
Windows
And see the bass
Of voices’ faces

Every sidewalk
Looks the same
Micrograms of powder
Glide and sway
To the trance’s power
Guiding the way

A fix in the concrete
Somewhere beneath me

Walking until
My back can’t
Take it any more

To get a fix
Is this euphoria
In utopia?

A lighthouse beam
Reaches the other
Side of this bay

Calling the curious
And paving the way
Through the waves

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