Sliding Off My Mind I'M In White Air Poem by James McLain

Static it is annoying you get used to it
it is true for a while you remember
every thing not of the hear and now but
of all your prior thorns as well.
It is a long way to the bottom of this well
I have been falling for a long time I see
other things yet I don't see me
not even my hand.
I was just told that the static is the noise
of your lights going out things have never
been brighter maybe things are looking up.
If you can still hear me don't wait up It can wait.