Imagine if You Will... a Brain Spike - by Uncompleted Projects

There’s a stabbing pain in the back Of my neck, of my neck Compass needle jammed through the spine What the heck, what the heck Not the weather Not the merlot Not a blow to the back of my neck It’s your “We need to talk...” at six-oh-three shooting pain in my head There’s a stabbing pain in the back Of my neck, of my neck Outlook chimes like a nail through bone What a drone, what a drone Not the deadline Not the slide deck Not execs crawling up on my back It’s your “Got a minute?” at nine-oh-two shooting pain in my head A dull refrain A crashing plane A wife, a boss, the lack of brains Yet I remain! Give it a rest already, Jiminy Crickets What a line What a life Folded hands like a blade down the spine What a line What a life Folded hands like a blade down the spine A palette of swirling color in my eyes! It’s your “Can't you listen?” at six PM shooting pain in my head A dull refrain A crashing plane A wife, a boss, the lack of brains Yet I remain! Remain remain remain remain remain This pain in my brain My brain my brain An aura of swirling color in my mind!