When I come apart, some people will say
Those dreams were foolish anyway
When I come apart, I’ll leave a trace
Like the end of a line that time will erase
Some doors of perception close slowly
And others are slammed
Some are propped open,
Some come off their hinges
If you come apart, I wonder what you feel.
When you come apart, do you become less real?
You come apart in fragments that try to adhere
Then maybe you just disappear