Romp With A Space Cadet

What we’ve been trying to find
is a waste of our time.
We’re sitting in a bind,
and hey, I’m waiting for you to chime in.
For you to chime in

He said “I want you to capture this moment.
Store it in the still-shots of your mind.
I want you to remember his features
and leave your old presence behind.”

And I rebut that “I jumped the gun.
I get to live once more, yet
get degraded down
and left lifeless to the floor.
And all you do
is repeat what was taught to you.”

The place where he leads us,
we step off an old green bus.
Not much to do; sit around. We cuss
about what? Nothing.
Just don’t wanna be around much.
We just don’t wanna be around much.

He says “I want you to look through some lenses.
They’ll create a distorted view.
I want you to remember this vision
until the day the addition cannot be done.”

And I recalled that “It’s hard to say.
Hard to vailidate the disease in this way.
And it’s hard to know
if the end is near. It’ll never come, I fear.”

He asked “When is it gonna be enough for you?”
So I said "Well, his voice in me still lingers
and he chopped off all my fingers
and I feel that there’s no
ending this.
And the voice rings in my ears.
The memory drives me to tears.
Can I be included in my life
This time?
This time, this time?

The leaves hold onto a clear dew
and there’s none left,
just me and a view.
I couldn’t consent to please you.
So now you stare around in a dazed distortion.
Stare around in a dazed distortion.

I said, “I remembered to capture this moment.
It’s archived in the files of my head,
and as we stepped back onto the old green bus,
happiness turns to dread.”

Because when is it gonna be enough for you?
When is it gonna be enough for you?
And I said "Well, his voice in me still lingers
and he chopped off all my fingers
and I fear that there’s no
ending this.
And the voice rings in my ears.
The memory drives me to tears.
Can I be included in my life
This time?
This time, this time?
And I rebut, and I rebut,
and I rebut that “I jumped the gun.”

Romp With A Space Cadet

fishandpigs

West Sayville, United States

  • Artist
    Notes

Artist's Description

Written while in South Oaks for anxiety, paranoia, and audible psychosis
This chronicles my six-day stay.

desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.