Clutter Flies

   
   
   
        It's true; I'd rather be detached, than to react;  
        I'm "laid back" into a state of limited bliss in fact;  
        just a living life on the edge, of derailed road tracks;  
      at a split between peace and psychological collapse....  
   
            
        trying not to lose these legs;  
        trying not to blend, stand out, nor fade;  
        feeling like society's corpse,  
        ready to be flushed out the system....  
 
 
      an unfavorable stench,  
      haunts my sleep,
      and discourages my wake....