Structural Dysfunction Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

He has no room,
Yet he cannot escape life, as it's RIGHT THERE
Seen the brink, promptly deposited into the abyss,
The pipe dream full of smoke, leading to a perceptual misunderstanding
Rallying his strength for future irregularities,
Sight becomes clearer, although the structural dysfunction remains
Same ship, different harbor,
So-so in la la land,
All the time zones caught flatfooted
Need that space, asked to give distance,
Still doesn't mean there's really any room