Shifted

I’m pessimistic as I visit why I shifted

I’m less gifted but extra mystic

Oh how Extraordinary that’s realistic

Glass Poured and bury now I’m real cryptic

Pain Stored in every orifice doofus

I explored very much life feels imaginary

Imagine scary thoughts then overthink

I been very on edge on the brink

Of kamikaze become a posse for evil

This Composer comes closer to hell

Weight on numb shoulder shows I’m over

By October it got sober but not life like