up on the staircase K

can no longer shoot the shit with you,
the bullets just get stuck:
couldn't care less about who did, saw, said, or hid
what
from him, she, them, they, or her.
looking to our past for a lackluster future
of the present.
lagging while participating in a diverse conformity.
laying in the brick I breath underwater
cos the planes have started flying
and the sky ain't so blue again.