Antipoet
Lazily directing words on a screen
They half describe life and it bothers him
What does his life mean

Sure I'm trying like an average guy tries,
Lost in the plot of the whiniest generation yet
But sometimes we appreciate the edge cut by my physiology and mind chemicals...

Sometimes.

Do you watch me like I ask you to?
Do you really record everything I do?
I doubt it, maybe you do
I don't practice the way I should on guitar
I let it bleed and when it's ready it bleeds well
I strain to be amazing and when I am robust my blood is rose petals
All folded up to the crown of my mind
In a node of epitome

Then the default mode goes awry again and what I am seeing is oddly supported by a crude cranium

I was a sort of genius
In a way
*******,
I love you so
There is so much more on the way