Autotroph

Chasing Ghosts of the matches that I’ve played with:
So quick to make an entrance, so quick to burn
Cautiously place yourself in your surroundings.
What you consume you surely will become or try to hide away.
I am merely breathing
Waiting for night to guide my intuitions.
Cover me, underneath the surface
I’m not really anything after all
I keep falling by the wayside,
But I’m in heaven
You’ve got to be out of your fucking head;
That’s what you wanted
That’s what you’re getting.
You’re going to be found good and solitary they’ve got a place for you
You lucky lunatic.
And I came here on my own,
I can do this on my own
All the world is a cold stone, but this body is my home.
And so I make a motion and feel I’ve crossed an ocean.
I am merely breathing
Waiting for night to guide my intuitions.
My mind is getting clouded,
Why don’t you go clear your head.
This room is pretty crowded,
I think the ceilings closing in.
And as we stumble ‘round the
Features of the Earth,
and though we stub our toes we’re in pursuit of truth.
A reason for this reasoning Machinery
a way of contemplating this Infinity-
I am merely breathing