So, he looked for hidden meanings in everything around him
It made him paranoid he might miss something that would lead to a preventable catastrophe
Going through life on tiptoe meant that finding anything underfoot caused him to lose mental balance
Now if he only saw that earlier, he might have enjoyed what that foretold
Anytime he was awake, he craved the release
Didn’t matter that it wasn’t good for him
Didn’t matter if it cost him everything
It only mattered achieving that all-consuming bliss
Catching that dopamine hit and sustaining it as long as possible
That’s why the six of them held an intercession and checked Dopey into rehab
Can’t believe just because I decided to have a bit of fun with this Russian chick that I’m now here
Under the full moon we made out for a while, and everything was cool till she invited me to her place
Really should have said no, but she was like too hot, so I went to her house
So that’s when it got really weird. Her house had feet. Chicken feet! I told her she was too freaky for me
Everything happened so quickly. She took offense, and needless to say, now I’m the one with damn chicken feet!
Everything he heard was a gift ever since he received his hearing aids
And this coincided with his daughter having her first lesson for the French horn. How exciting!
Realized the next day, when she began to practice, that the off switch on them was a blessing as well.
How high in the air was he right now?
Everything looked like it was so far away
It made him giggle with glee.
Gesturing he asked her, “Is this how you see everything?”
Her slap to his shoulder threw him off balance. “Why did you do that?”
That’s when she took her glasses off his face.
Praying she could make it in time, she dashed towards the light
Realizing the monsters were close by pushed her to go faster
Everything came down to was she fast enough, and she was worried she would be too late
Yet she didn’t need to, she swooped on the monsters, consuming them before they escaped
Looking deeply into his wide-open eyes
Exposing everything to her well-schooled probing stare
Noting hidden secrets and flaws
Such was the life of an ophthalmologist
Been promised that everything would be fine
Except that was never going to be true
That shouldn’t have surprised her
Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks
And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried
Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together
Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right
Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard. She spit on his grave.
Knife was sharp, elbows were out, nose broken
Everything screamed danger to those around him
Everyone scrambled to get away, but they didn’t need to
No one, including him, noticed that his shoelaces were tied together
Clutter rampaged across his mental landscape
Leaving a mess of chaos that scrambled his thoughts
Old ideas mixed with current observations and new connections
Giving him no chance to respond to her questions
Grimacing all he could do was shrug his shoulders
Everything he wanted to say tried to come out at the same time, allowing nothing to escape his lips
Distraught, he knew that job opportunity was lost
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We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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