Just another morning test of pulling out words |
My mind is in a sublime time to be so i figured id write it out and set it free you see, sometimes its a heavy burden I watch fight club and feel like Tyler Durden viewing the world through a different pair of eyes practicing truth, but reciting lies, walking while time flies They say eyes are the window to a persons soul or heart well that's the part that gets me caught up in confusion I've had eyes so black to all but illusion my mind wrapped up in an orchestrated delusion my thoughts unfocused, just traveling, perusing I ceased to be blooming, my drive was consuming every thing around me like a sponge unwrung All the while, I left every song unsung But this is the phase where it all comes out every thing I built up; liberated, allowed to be proud, stepping off that cloud in the sky Finally asking myself "what now?" instead of "but why?" Existential depression had me like a demon possession I bottled it all up, avoiding confession, claiming "its a lesson" a "session" life is testing me, stressing me, sometimes even besting me But just like a videogame, i Jump and keep on pressing B Words bounce off my tongue though, and its honestly impressing me myself, and I are wondering if sharing is a common thing, Do we each all have a goal, sharing pieces as we roll? No matter what, time takes no toll on conversations and contemplation of how to gain clarity, and unity between the nations. Exacerbating creations is what keeps me going and going the catalytic chemistry is finally showing its seeded inside me and the water you share, flowing It keeps it growing eliminates the baggage I'm towing. My boat it keeps on rowing. Merrily, merrily, down the stream. It's true! Life really is, all but a dream! |