As if I could control the universe.....
I cant change people
I am not a planet
I am this expression right now
realization and calm emerge after the frustration
my whole life
has been spent
trying to right others wrongs
..As if I could control the universe
The moon and the son
the darkness pushes the light
pushing the darkness pushing the light
who would I be with out you?
why stop this game?
why break this cycle?
does thinking about it tire me more than just being in it?
Mind! Are you just a flopping fish out of water?
will I strangle you accidentally whilst trying to make you still?
These games must be fun we play so much
didn't mean to make you cry when I took your bucket...
its just that someone once took mine......
Professor mc brain know it all,
I humbly report to duty.
wise beyond your ears....
General mental sir!
where do I fire?
where do I burn?
the door knocks,
as I answer I already know who it will be behind
I invited you
that's why you are here
I wanted to see you
but what made me choose you to see?
I wonder as you stand inside me .....
The page turned like a sudden wind come blown right away the cobwebs of the year just gone
just four days into life again
fucking the spiders out of each other
a new dawn shines through these windows again
ready for the first dust particle to stick and
unapollogies for having a kind heart that leads me into mistaken battles
my footing seemed so sure, but your path was so wrong
not only did I not see your no trespassing sign,
but I also stepped into shit
Does the victim only feel strong when having something to fight against?
In what new ways can we feel strong?
Is this scenario infinite?
have my bags been packed and I'm just stuck in the spin cycle like a Saturn ring?
Dali lama whispers tame the lion...
Friction of existential graffiti on the tabula rassa like flatulence
keeps me up at night
The time has not come
it never was not here.
all those times of past and fore...
wait like seeds, caught in my life tornado, invisiblanketing me, ripening, and rotting
like the motion of the ocean
my time egg...
lets keep the sunny side up!
Theres a good reason why
It makes sense to me
I just cant tell you
I dont want to hurt your feelings
do we attract what we repell?
what is this cruel magnetisim?
I'll be hanging out at the supposed flower on the top of my head, try not to bug me.
the tattered flag stands his ground in the wind.
the plastic bag is blown cross country,
winds up in the ocean,
and gets caught in some seaweed.
braile map o braile map
I'm feeling around,
tring to remember where
you could last be found.