A clean slate of self-discovery
A push is needed to find all my checkpoints again
Knowledge has become amnesic in the pursuit
I can only hold so much in the little head that’s left

Smoke alarm whirring in my airy bones
Intoxications only resolve to bring back lost energy
All that comes back is the will to fall down and
get curled up in the magnetism of all that I can never attract myself to

Thinking, hazy reality and the loss of the contemplative mind