Suspended. Calm. Still.

Do I smile and pretend that I know what’s real?

What would be the meaning behind my precense,

If I was found bound against laws of physics?

Am I a prophecy or a omen of imprisonment?

I’ve long left my flesh but you’ll never see it without discernment.

Psycosis, enlightenment, or intelligence?

Is this how fellow mad people are met?

Words of wisdom slip off my tongue

But only understood by those who’ve hung