It hurts less now,
I'm sorry

It hurts less now,
a smile

I'm doing well, I'll say
if you ask

I could be better, I won't say
for it's better that way

I can live again, thankfully
but I wish

that I wasn't leaving.

Psychedelia hey!
Psychedelia **!

What's the point?
Nobody knows!

All these images
Biff! BANG! ZLUURP!

INSANITY

insanity I say!
what's the point?

Is life so horrid, random, and cruel
that only-

PSYCHEDELIA HEY!

i think,
about everything
every little thing
wether it be the way I walk
Or how best to converse

So much that I unconsiously remove myself from the world and everything in it

Yet even then
I end up thinking,
About nothing at all
Throwing thought aside

And depending on feeling alone

Creature comfort
Creature comfort
Make life easier for me please

Free me from my slavery
From impulse that enraptures
and acts born of passion

Acts that take me where no rational man would go

But were it to be so
Humanity
Would posses only the mind
And not the heart

And then what would we be?

I look at her
indecipherable

what majesty must be flowing behind
lying in her mind?

What a great privilege it is to see her work
and to wonder at what she produces-never knowing its true meaning

nevertheless it is still beautiful to see

From the outside
looking at my country

do not laugh
do not mock
do not decry this
as the collective scream

of a nation gone mad

understand that
this is not a choice born of madness

but rather
this is a choice born of desperation

a cry

of every mother who can't feed her children
of every father working multiple jobs, just to provide
of every child born into a suffering they will never rise from
of every person who has to beg on the streets

hoping, begging for things to change

when the killings start
and bodies pile up

when people disappear
never to be heard from again

when the freedom fought so hard for
is silenced forever

when the streets run red with blood
and the night filled with the cries of grieving mothers

when this all happens
and you wonder why

know that
this was our choice