Emotions and fears,
Rainbows and shadows,
Facts or just thoughts,
Curious about everything,
It's a state of being,
Not very reactive,
But very observing ,
Can sit and stare,
From the eyes corner,
Or look deep into your soul,
Into your farthest goal.

What you seek here,
Has made your being,
Untethered you came,
Tamed you became,
Boundless inside still,
Your thoughts unhinged,
Are of a curious nature,
To know them all,
Is this souls rapture.

In the blink of an eye,
our life is gone.
We live the days,
pretending they don't run out.

Death promises us one thing.
It is a final justice.
We beg, and we ask,
and in the end, it delivers.

Fair or not fair,
there's equality in death.
To postpone or meet halfway,
the grave is patient.

What do I do?
What do I be?
May it simply be,
That I’m just me?

Who do I be?
Who should I be?
Is it always a matter,
Of what I make me?

Why can’t I just be?
What can’t I just be me?
What does everything,
Rely on what to be?

I somehow seem unable,
To be any ounce of free,
With requirements to be,
Everything but me.

you look good in corduroy
but it looks better at the foot of the bed
you bring me so much joy
3 years deep, in our connection we invest
you look good slicked with sweat
make you work for what you get
you bring me so much strife
3 days, is that all I have left?

Reality hits
I gasp for my breath
I can see again after a red mist
Gaze at the destruction
There's nothing left
Bridges have been broken
Lives have been torn
Ripped apart by an anger
Without any cause
An anger without thought
The brunt of the damage is a verbalised slew
There's a weight to my words at the end of this fuse
All my mates are like DUDE!
Calm down...!
The **** is it with you?!
I'm like the opposite of Midas
What I touch turns to ****
Just pass me that **** to relieve myself
And I take a couple hits
But then I'm a car crash in a moment
A mental explosion
So I try and stop my involvement
This **** lasts for about a week
Till curiosity gets the better
And I've had another draw
Back to the start again I guess
Now my brains chillin with Curious George
Okay, I'll tell you a little bit more
About this "fellow"
This "Curious George"
It's a name for a thought
Telling you to dabble, to cause
Mischief and mayhem with packs of drugs
Your well earnt money has bought
Taking over conscious thought
Is his final master plan
Deception is his game
In the form of a helping hand
"Experiment with my **** to see what life is like"
"How can you say no to these wicked ideas"
"Yeah just take a pill, it'll get rid of your fears"
Now you're crawling around
Whilst you're bashed off your face
Climbing up ladders,
When really they're snakes
Then it's on to the tabs
You taste that tingle on your tongue
"Go on, lick another one, the fun has only just begun"
So you do another one
Until you've never had enough.
The life and stuff you knew before dims and fades away
A never-ending state
A shadow of your former self
A conscious living grave
Or that would've been the case
Had there not been a saving grace
To aid along the way