Your memory, a picture of a painting
You have a history of saying words with no meaning

Your suffering the shallows illuminated
See the bottom from the water's surface

I write a letter to myself
I lick my lips and put the letter in the mail

I get a letter from myself
I read the letter to myself

A mockery, a joke for the ages
You are so clearly just going through the motions

And don't forget your head is spinning
The body and mind are disconnected