No More Depression Bagels

No more depression bagels
No more depression bagels because

We’re gonna separate it
Toast it
Butter it

Not gonna bite straight into the
Doughy, soft bagel out of the
Bag, because it’s strange that

Three minutes seems both infinitely long and short, and

I am drowning in anticipation,
Dreaming up what’s next and
Never really here

We’re gonna separate it
Toast it
Butter it

Call it dinner
At least it’s warm

All the flicking in the world couldn’t
Clear these lines, depleted
Cylinders rolling idly downhill, always

Looking for the next hit of something, finding
Leveled peaks and no mountain boots, getting
Blasted to feel at all

Separate it
Toast it
Butter it