I Paint A Better Image Inside Your Head – Unhinged Poem

Figure the puzzle out,

let sleep dissolve your concentration,

plot the pathways,

seperate your journey through thick and thin,

it’s a plot device gone off the rails,

a train called humanity,

a driver covered in sin,

let the puzzle play out,

figure your role out.

not everyone will make it to the other side,

not everyone is gonna die,

but we all have a role,

some big,

the rest dull,

so turn the lights out and come back to bed,

we’re not there yet,

we’re not dead!