circuits collide

I want to tell you
about the cross-wire,
it's short-circuit reliable-
halls and doors get stuck.

I want to say there is sweet,
and there is some alternative
way to taste living; its call
slides and is happy.

happy and long days,
stretch.
why can't i be normally prudent;
be everything, everyone needs?

there is and was created a central
plaza, so to speak- so daring was i-
brazen attack and run away, run
until circuits collide, and I malfunction
once again.

I awake, I pry hard eyes.
so much for fate, for bravery
for I'm back in the mental hospital.