So that was the situation, incubation against the rotating hands
the audience- round table span, linger in heed of dialogue
designed to this common center of the souls, the vocation stand
foreign eyes await inevitability, character- breathing fireballs
Written off as a mythical creature, because life flipped a role
started as an anxiety barrier, but this anomaly become normality
It hummed formality, as the distress widened, I itched to fold
and then at the very moment I scratched, it begun this allergy
As irritating as it must have been, I had to go back for more
it festered my soul, with no nostrum for this subdued posture
It could win me an Oscar, best performance as I smacked the floor
I never act to snore, it controls all in this unglued Opera
So I'm here, with these strangers hanging onto every single word
my life organized in their journals with scripted illustrations
Depicted as patience depletes and it's etched in fickle terms
how this could possibly get any worse & if instinct is a wasteness?
I feel subtle in this atmosphere, here for some coping feedback
or to focus in fact, can't help thinking it's a fictional anecdote
Ran my lips too far, its not too late, oxymoronically evoking retract
assuming how the masses will brand me- the analytical antidote
Atleast 3 of these onlookers have strolled in my Reebok Classics
so their outlook on my burden is surely a pre-empted conclusion
Sharp points of view aren't considered intrusions, they're answers!
even the solution to rewrite the enigma of my retentive confusion
Hoping this ringed diatribe has me seeking for the karma in dreams
I must admit I reckon we're in full flight on this mayday evening
Everyone's giving me reasons to be a hero against our arch enemy
But I don't know what to think, this being my first AA meeting
