Glitch My Way Ahead

I grew up inside a blueprint that never fit my hands Corners too sharp

to hold numbers smeared like sand Every room had moving walls every clock blinked twice

I learned to laugh a second late just to keep it light

If timing is everything why does mine keep slipping? If this is how it works

why does it feel unfinished? I’m not malfunctioning I’m overclocked with breath

I bend before I shatter I glitch my way ahead Let the frame

drop suddenly let the picture tear I don’t need to look stable to prove that

I’m here I learned to talk in punchlines keep the fire moving fast