Just got an idea
Of something great to write there
But it left me for some reason
So here's something else instead

It's such a shame
I think it'd have been pretty good
Well I can believe whatever
'Cause I don't remember

If I only could
I'd say all the good things to you
And keep the nonsense to myself
But I can't tell them apart

Walking along such a glitchy path
Fading away in unrecorded memory
Minding your steps in a dance of math
Just blinking thrice
Puts an end to discovery

Rising the stakes, calling the void
toward a rushing horizon
Losing control of a stolen asteroid
Truth is as pure as meaningless
An opinion is romanticized delusion

Finding the way among fragments
Of life simultaneously lost
In time the Dreams will start again
In shared and obvious confusion
And universal vanity

Echoes of faith in the darkness
Splatter meaning on innocent nothings
Let's pray there isn't more to guess
Real is real but what else is
Wait what was the question already ?

This sort of thing
is one of the rare kind
in a lifetime
That, meanwhile you're cruising
Along in the seemingly
more or less homogeneous
lethargic repetitiveness
Of day to day life,
kindly makes you go

What the ****

People are making weird faces around me
Behind my back they are speaking feces about me
And they smear it on their walls
They talk in their 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 code

The hand signals, the 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
The words I barely hear
Words in the corner of their mouth
Their seemingly 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳

No one's the same when I'm around
And I am 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 of it
It's quite telling what I have found
But forget about it. You 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

How do I know you're not like them ?
You know the 𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴 to their songs
Would very well want to know but
All I ever feel is that I'm wrong

Am I losing my mind ? Why
Aren't we all eventually
You don't inspire healthy thoughts, to me
𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 ?


I am so far removed from yous
That I might as well be batshit, to you
Is that a spider on the wall ?
What is looking at me through time ?

Is that the feeling I might have hurt someone ?
I don't know why I'm so sorry
I don't believe I remember well
The last time around was extrasensory

We can't access the memory
Of what has never been a fact
Silly me. The psychiatry.
Oh the inanity. The manipulation knows no bounds

We're all wrong , but hey
"At least this other guy right there
Is way more wrong than me
I can afford to take a break for now right".

You can't, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, take a break
And death is a permanent state
Of being drastically tired of life
Not a break and no salvation

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, if I got there
And did not manifest in a fraction
Of wet darkness at the bottom of some
Existentially forsaken mud pit....

Considering an amoeba's
Probable take on existentialism
It's no wonder we're not in the mud pit anymore
We've always been chasing the light

The illusion is so shallow
Drowns in poetic arrogance
Manifests a world in my mind
Then cuts my mind from it

Why is the void still stealing my thoughts
I keep hiding them nowhere
They've been talking they've been watching
Sometimes even started thinking

What at all do you think
With all you sanity, do you believe
That we are more than a blink ?
Well I'm keeping an eye on yous

This morning my little bird died
But I don't know it yet
The air grew cold, feathers grew old
Gazes unusually wet
Yet after all another day
I wasn't so upset

A month flew by and he still died
But the days just reset
He's still in there behind the bars
We got the story straight
Bears the same colors, shares a name
Chirps slightly out of tune

It's been a year and he still died
But I don't know it yet
And memories began to fade
But I can't share them yet
I can't believe he flew away
But I don't need it yet

Before another year goes by
I'll lose another pet
Bring it with me to the deep lake
Of tears I never let
At the bottom of my own heart
The days will just reset.

Nobody knows.
Reality is so verbose
Full of unintended purpose

Who are we,
Nobody knows

Lives right across the undisclosed
With many living things so close

Who are
No body
We know ?

Fictions and dreams of bygone truth
The real world juxtaposes
Stepping inside the living booth
To experience blood and roses

Who are
The body
We know ?

Move away
I want to hear my own sound
Rejoice
Over what is lost and found
By the way
I think I missed your phone call

Memories
Lost touch with reality
Some day
One with a cloud of eternity
Time left
As it was written on the wall