the ceiling looks so beautiful when it s too dark to see it reminds me of the colors that i feel inside my being the mere thought of euphoria is ultimately freeing but it seems so out of reach so every now and then i think of what it is that ages my spirit and my body need to make a few exchanges but misery loves company and misery s contagious and i ain t getting what i need am i just a wast of talent they all say that what i m feeling is invalid no it s not that i ain t up for the challenge i m just a little bit chemically imbalanced it can t be my imagination i think my dopamine had an evacuation they all say that it s good for inspiration but i think i need a little medication now don t get me wrong i know i ve got the capacity i m just trying to reflect on my agreement with gravity i could go to the doctor beg to be a zombie turn him to a monster and disappoint somebody maybe i m just going through a phase i hope to god that s true and that the sun comes early so maybe i could sleep during the day and take a break from reality so tell me am i just a wast of talent they all say that what i m feeling is invalid no it s not that i ain t up for the challenge i m just a little bit chemically imbalanced it can t be my imagination i think my dopamine had an evacuation they all say that it s good for inspiration but i think i need a little medication 