Lithium please rescue me from this ecstatic joy I feel-
What a pesky sense of elation, it must be an aberration.
Singing, how strange it is to be loved by you. Truly,
What an alienating blessing it is to make nonsense.
The greatest times I'll ever medicate
Are those spent alone in outer space.
With no one around to interfere, no longer
Do the two eyes distract from the third.
People are such an oppressive distraction.
I suppose they're grounding, like an injury-
Something nagging, reminding me I'm still here,
But all the more reason to escape.
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