A fishbowl used to contain my mind
They sometimes swim so high, they reach for air
They reach for death
In their shadows even I do not see light
Rather I indulge than breathe only to choke
Mushrooms stacked so high, so close to reach
Smoke fills my void, filth crawls up my spine
Futility stepped aside, but it's such a narrow hall
I am the force which keeps life running,
Yet there exists no life