High-Functioning

Ideas swirl my head, then they leave my hands
Nothing is attained via chemicals
Sedentary haze in my grayscale eyes
Get another trophy and hit another wall
Who am I?

Nostalgic fantasies of the times I could see
"It's all abstract"
You're lying, where are the colors?
A brand new day, and nothing will change
Can you see the death inside the eyes of the high-functioning?

Woah, it's all abstract



Credits
Writer(s): Caden Blake Cox
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