I was born a rambling man

Mind games, hearts enraged, eyes aflame

What's the cause for the cure, how do you know what's pure

You're a fraud, an invalid, a nothing more to say

How you got this far I'll never know, nor do I question anymore

What's more, rather, what's left?

Who are we in this mess, this cesspool we've created,

Such immense distress and duress for an additional excess.

Redundancy and ignorance belligerently bereaved incontinent inconsistencies,

Incomparable competencies, but believe me, we are where we need to be.

If you believe in you and I believe in me, and we can just be we when it's just you and me

Obliviously unaware of the abhorrent scare going on here and over there,

But beware and be aware of all that is there, where the sun hides in the distance.

We can ride until the morning as long as the dawn rings fare weather

And not a farewell to those that seek it, we are to be the meekest of the weaklings,

The stagnate saplings are sobbing the surrealist dreams and mindscapes

Of the horizons where the denizen roam and the truly free call home,

Where the heart is, where the smart aren't, where the dumb do not succumb,

No longer numb to the humming or the bustle that conceives the muscle

Which perceives and permits the struggle, no more muzzle, nor more hustle.

Just the nestling of your snuggling and my wondrous wandering

To the monstrous meandering, expanse-less wondering in the spacious

Palatial background surrounding minimally imposed in miniscule modular key-ring fittings

As my fixation once again abounds from the rebound,

The astute astounding's of the One thing