Shelf Deprication

apart from a couple of minor mental malfunctions

an antagonised chemical imbalance or two

it's hard to say when strapped to the Zen

when a when would so sufficiently make do

when the minimal amount required to pass

is in carefully distinct and direct proportions to

everything that you ever wanted to be

and all that you say and do

apart from an acoustic nervous tic or ten

you wouldn’t know unless i told you it was me

you wouldn’t see it until i pointed it out and showed you

and even then you probably wouldn’t even agree

and so conceptually confident in your confidence

i was able to show you the existence of this daze

and now that it becomes glaringly ambiguous

is it a pact, a fact a trend or a phase?