Ticketholder from Wasted Now by Good Looking Friends

A wave of apathy. My body atrophies
My friends succeed and I’m a 
Sponsor to their meteors (I)

Hope I remember how to be around them now
So much of social life is
Practice Practice Praxis Axis

Climate catastrophe, I’m just a ticket holder
I got in rhythm with myself, 
My energy is folding

Guess I could go to Mars, put me inside the spaceship
We’ve proven we can be suspended
And upended without harm

Or Alarm. Serpent Charm.
Trapped in glass now,
about to pass out.
Hold it in.

Is there a purpose here?
Was there a purpose pending?
We’re living fist to mouth we’re
Gleeful, purchasing, pretending

Another sleepless night
I used to love the feeling
My breathing cycle, geometric
Clean from floor to ceiling-

Tile, holding bile, just another mile.
Trapped in glass now,
about to pass out.
Hold it in.

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