S-mart

S-mart

Without a verse and without a herse I race to the end of
the universe. you may not care you may not stare when
I was here or where I was there. It slips it slides, it
rips and glides through space and time for a ride such as
this is very subjective. the who and how is where our
minds live. or where our mind lives. it's all in how you pour
it really. And you know you should just forfeit, silly. silly
boy with dreams so big, why be yourself when you could be
everybody else? Ha! a question. They said it would be easy.
anybody could do it. Only the kind is the one who went
and blew it for the rest of us. They told me to stand up straight.
They told me to break on though.
         And I did.
It's lonely up here.