symptoms

we are among the mad who roam
around normally on this candid rock.
when we are content and think we are alone
the narrow jump out to unwind our clock.
we may be sick, but the healthy make us sicker.
when they intrude it adjusts our coarse.
the vibs grow thin, but the shit gets thicker.
our hair turns grey and our voice grows hoarse.
for those of us who can grasp what i am saying-
leave those folks to slide down your back.
for they are the ones who will end up praying
for a will to live, or a life to lack.