Catharsis

Thumb against the glass, pull down through condensation

Numb again at last, my past been my fixation

These questions I have asked become my one narration

But the answers won't outlast the next damn realization

The things that I've surpassed pass on to my formation

No food for thought its just the thought so I live through starvation

I'm not standing still or like they say 'unmotivated'

I am simply capable of movement only through sedation

Still I feel like I've been owed an explanation

For why it feels like I'm bent, knees have these perforations