We are all Dysphoria
Trapped together alone
Forever in atonement
For what we only know
They say my body is me
Searching for a soul
Lost on the highways
Plowing through our homes
At once, we are ancients
Of tales untold before
Greatness unbecoming
For one such a bore;
With selves who’re not
And selves whoever are
Afraid to be becoming
Hopelessly bound to bars;
Imprisoned by reality
With billions of dying selves,
Locked in loops eternally,
Just bodies shedding cells
As cages of emotion
Hold on to every one
In lost minds wondering,
Who could Euphoria become?