Do you feel yourself creeping?
Into my mind, my poetry, my prose,
Into every single thing that I compose,
Do you feel that happening?
Do you feel fatigued?
From running through my mind,
Jumping through neurones all intertwined,
Do you still feel intrigued?
Do you feel conjugated?
Like maybe you want to be here forever,
Like maybe you’re about to be incorporated,
Turn away while you still can, duck for cover.