I think I caught it,
So it’s only a matter of time really.
Before I fall into that same kind of grit.
And say things too permanent, just merely…
I caught it bad.
I feel it running through my veins,
Making me mad.
It disrupts the mind,
Makes it harder to find,
The reason and logic we all hold on to.
All because it’s fresh and it’s new;
It can change everything,
For what we’d hope would be the better.
We’re all to quick to put our pen to the letter.
Bring it to substance;
Watch it breathe.