Tripping on Air

Twitter dee, twitter dumb
As I sit and twirl my thumbs
I only wait for what I anticipate.
Nothing less, neither more.
All I know is I don't trust anymore.
Not my past, or my future.
Nor do I trust thy neighbor
The one's across the hall, nor the ones down the street.
I don't trust my cats.
Or the Doors.
I just don't trust anything anymore.

All the dishes laugh at me.
So does the dirty laundry.
The cats like to tease me.
The dog likes to keep biting.
The floors raise ever-higher, I can hardly breathe just to get by.
No I can't, I don't trust anything.

The window keeps whistling as the air rushes through.
Everything lingers as my Hell comes true.
I am not safe here, in my own mind.
Especially when in this nersery rhyme!