Every morning when I awake
A glass in one hand, a small paradise marking my fate
the paradise in my other palm
The yellow oblong world seems to shrink when looked upon
I splash the water into my soul,
and with it goes the world.
Opening up my dead synapses
Sparking a flame in my corpse
I have a better grip on reality
Now that my head's in the right space.
The yellow pill that I am made up of
falls right into place.