The stars tessellated By the sleep deprivation I hear the fleet coming My feet blistered and I'm short of breath and suffocating Defeat imminent Defeat imminent Defeat imminent Hallucinating Ya love is overrated It's still infinite A war criminal with Longer periods to end my prison sentences Sense the delirium My delirium The delirium My delirium I'm In my fugue state and hellbound The lone survivor of this crusade Riverside chit-chats about, Nothing that really matters in hindsight Taking turns passing the peace pipe Between awkward silences And one of us might Cough a few times And you'll look for your phone To see if we have a few more minutes For nothing that Really matters And we do We end the day to Begin a new chapter And this poem's the last page or so I'd say But things were fine in the middle Until you made me that tape And told me not to play it 'til later And I never did And you looked for your phone But to your chagrin I was looking for validation, I think And that's my fault And I'm sorry, but that Doesn't really matter now Does it? And contrastingly I'm Sitting seaside Dissonance between my eyes About everything That matters Just me, myself, and my shadow And we all get up And start running