Something is bugging me.
I can feel a process tugging me
Chug - chug - chugging the,
Frustration is lugging me

Towards something.

But what something could that something be?
Is the air around me drugging me
Did someone spike this sugar tea?
Oh damn my eyes, oh bugger me

I can feel it, tapping again
Rapping and clapping and snapping and then
Slapping and trapping and wrapping my head
Up in a mask of tight, viscous lead

Towards something.

Something I’m not sure.
Come on, I bet you’ve all felt it before
That consistent, non-resistant
Ever existent, insistent

Feeling that something is definitely wrong
Just a small dumb thing that’s turned into song
Melodies tighten and pour down my ear
Forcing me to listen to my own fear

Well that’s my blissful complacency
Forced outwards and facing adjacent to m
eAnd I want it back, I liked being unknowing
To the ever lurking feeling that is now growing

I want to be ignorant, Just cut out my brain
Before my awareness drives me quite insane
I want to be stupid, so technically brain-dead
Rather than feeling my mind slowly gain dread

If an axe murderer had waltzed into the room
Ready to cause inevitable doom
I want to be so senselessly out of synch
That if he sliced my head off, I’d just merely blink.

So what is happening? Why am I losing my calm
What is causing this inscrutable qualm
Forcing inside me some inner alarm
Oh wait - wait. It’s just a fly on my arm.