Fluky

Hold tight
Nothing missing
Look around
Pupils listen
Can you listen?

In my dreams, I'm dying all the time
Then I wake it's kaleidoscopic mind

Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me lighter

We run around in circles
When circles are kept in larger squares

They've got tricycles in skirts
This is a mouth that needs religion

I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control!