Recuse, a simple word I use

To diffuse any sense of bias in proceedings

I lack feelings

Or at least awareness of such

Being in touch with reasoning

Can oddly make everything feel distant

A heart is not a piston

The mind is not a chip

But a brain can be a prison

If you get caught up in the Glyphs

A constant impulse to decipher

Anxiety is hyper

The more you pull

The more it holds

Losing grasps as it gets tighter

In verses Service nigh

Emergently feel wry

Concurrently rapping

Concerning me what's happening

Is that im fine

Convеrting passer by

Thrilling lullaby

Alcohol to lips

Anxiety grips

On Brinks Sake binds

Lifе’s a trip

Some like to plan out the road

Some like to watch as the plans just explode

And laugh at it

Everything

-Is truly paved in gold

Just matters conduct where a spark takes hold

A tad dramatic

But uh- I digress

No stress ain't care free

How do I divest

If my stocks all in me

Here I go again

Back to the point at hand

To be a better man

Know I do the best I can