Bottles on the table feel too empty
Fill them up so that they might overflow
In a familiar way
So timid, ashamed and awkward
Time and solitude yield and break apart
Into the end of the day
Throw it away
Diagnosed with isolation
There's no above and there is no below
Hallucinogenic failure
If you ever end up somewhere
Don't forget to say who sent you there
On your collapsable wheel

INVIA LE CORREZIONI