The Blimp that Blew Sky High

Someday, they shall tug at me with fraying forays
Into the worst, unpallatable pitfalls of abominable anxiety, for which I ache and do not sleep
It creeps upon me, and can never be shaken off for as long as I live  

They usually do it with Precision
And to great effect

Precision fathers boisterous greed, growing greedier with stride
A predator, it prowls along the puddles, polluted and poisoned with folly
And while Precision consumes blood, it sucks in the soul
Eyes like a tornado, tugging at me from the gaping hole in my neck

Acute cunning is its carrier, its benefactor
My nemesis, and the fall of me

The clock mocks me, twirling in a dark daze
My bloodshot eyes are glued to its hands
My frayed fingers tearing at the wearing hairs on my head
My back arched like a dying dandelion as I am toiling in my seat
My mind terrified of the cold concrete
in the rain
on the street-

I just... don't know

These mistakes that I make cost me time
I want to live for life and live for me,
But when I see this knife at my neck
I crash and burn in a wreck
As I rack every layer of my being,
A blimp that blew sky high

And that's not it...
You know what else?

Precision has another bastard child
It tempts the weak and bloats the bigot
Tied around a game of tedium and tug of war
It dies on arrival, harbouring only the wholehearted hollow,
As it hearkens to the words hailing from hierarchies long forgotten, not lost
But its mark still lingers

Yes, it's touched me
Maybe violated me
Breathing down all of our necks
With it's fangs yet in mine

I am merely meant to be a moth, or blossom into a butterfly?
Has the answer been staring me blue in the eyes?
Have I been blind all this time
Tumbling back and forth, drunk with dread, lost in my head,
With no rhyme?

Soaked from these vapid wetlands, I am sinking, but am unsure
I need a little humanity, but the best of it
But Precision speaks a different tongue, and I am not the one
Who will render thousands of years of work undone

These hardened onlookers laugh
I am nothing to them
Vulnerability begets disgust
And without obedience they know I'll be nothing but dust
Such is slavery

These mistakes that I make cost me time
I want to live for life and live for me,
But when I see this knife twisting in my neck
I crash and burn in a wreck
As I rack my mind with all the potential and possibilities, found and lost,
With the blimp that blew sky high

Bye bye