Karma accident
Watch me watch myself
as I bang my head against the biology
of the situation
Strings of hormones
fastened to my limbic system fastened to my endocrine system
and steering wheels, pushing gas pedals - no brakes
Karma mechanic fix it
Listen to me listen to myself
as I declare my freedom from biological slavery
(That's not just in my head but
in my torso in my organs)
and then contradict my edict
Karma mechanic fix it
Feel my pain as I ransack the English language
in a literary celebration of my incompetence
to drive my destiny
in the direction I want it to go
Do I know?
Karma mechanic fix it
Watch me watch myself
go around in circles, spirals
repeat the same old mistakes
of getting my hopes up
when the whole world has been sinking for billions of years
into the black whole that eats time for breakfast
Karma mechanic fix it
Be amazed as I extrovert the introvert
by turning on the light switch
while I navigate a maze
of memory which is always biased
to remember the broken and not the complete
and then recreate it from the
not so random pieces
into a beautiful reproduction of the karma accident
that bears no resemblance to the original trauma
to anyone
but me.
as I bang my head against the biology
of the situation
Strings of hormones
fastened to my limbic system fastened to my endocrine system
and steering wheels, pushing gas pedals - no brakes
Karma mechanic fix it
Listen to me listen to myself
as I declare my freedom from biological slavery
(That's not just in my head but
in my torso in my organs)
and then contradict my edict
Karma mechanic fix it
Feel my pain as I ransack the English language
in a literary celebration of my incompetence
to drive my destiny
in the direction I want it to go
Do I know?
Karma mechanic fix it
Watch me watch myself
go around in circles, spirals
repeat the same old mistakes
of getting my hopes up
when the whole world has been sinking for billions of years
into the black whole that eats time for breakfast
Karma mechanic fix it
Be amazed as I extrovert the introvert
by turning on the light switch
while I navigate a maze
of memory which is always biased
to remember the broken and not the complete
and then recreate it from the
not so random pieces
into a beautiful reproduction of the karma accident
that bears no resemblance to the original trauma
to anyone
but me.
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