Chromatic Abberation

A Poem by ?:

Under the LED night sky, a shiver
Suddenly the surface of the sun sounds okay
Who do we become when our impulses take over?

Dial in on my distraction with precision
Victim of my instincts, that's never an excuse
Another forfeiture of a decision

If I can think rhymically, maybe I can learn to focus
Stop spitting syllables, start making words
This is what my voice sounds like, and this is my appearance
These are the beliefs I hold for now, but likely not for long
Chemical imbalances, everybody's got 'em
If this is how mine work then I will try to work around it
In tandem with the man-made pandemonium surrounding us
Sometimes we make hysteria so that we can overcome it

In all the noise and boredom,
We found our homes
Screaming through the dissonance
The sweetest tones
Can you ever have a frame of reference outside of your own?

By the time I'm done refracting, you will see me upside-down
As light passes through, it bends and bleeds into brown
At a high enough resolution, you'll find one isn't quite so clear
This future's f*****g weird man, still I couldn't feel more cavalier
I assure you this assortment of words
Isn't serving as a sermon of sorts
It's much more like a portrait
And kind of like an X-ray