Crisis, he says, is the product of skewed reality.
LET this be ALONE'll find the solution

but he is always in his own head
his own world
his own glass of addiction
and he is always left out
with that sad smile on his face.

Smiles, she says, are the product of chemicals in your brain.
houses are never homes
the dances are dull
the pop has gone flat
and the confetti coats the floor.

Reality, they say, is not mine.
but Death awaits. so they smile and dance on the rainbow floor-
they sit in the corner, happy to be sad.

the room is hot with bodies running into bodies-
minds isolated; on a cold, empty chair. a rigid chair. strapped into that chair
but the Ferris Wheel keeps turning
and their View soon changes.