City State Pulse

Am I the only one spinning on this sidewalk of fame?

Is this strange universe watching as I stumble out of frame?

This mind of mine is a minefield.

Every atom of my being is exploding.

Maybe that’s why my insides are dead.

Maybe the imbalance is just in my head.

But when they said dead cells, did they think that I take no prisoners

or that I’ve been trapped within my ribcage?

Now my equilibrium has been tipped and chest is off-center.

My pulse beats like the city that never sleeps.

Inner city turmoil, please let my heart rest.