I'm not broken
It's just the room we're in
Coated with birdlime
The game gets you waiting
Time and time again-

Pigeonholed people
Dividing all intent
Your eyes homing in
Down the beam of light
Time and time again-

In cascade,
kinda nervous, kinda not
That's your anchor
To the neck
And it's on purpose.

I won't come unglued
But oh, I would.
For now
That's a spark worth inspecting.