The full circle
from the drama that was
Fresh out of the kitchen.
Cut outside the box
with precision.

Now, I've landed on this page
in the book of my life.
Biographical account
of natural light.

Tactical insights;
Love. Loss. Fights.

Basic rights.

So be it, as you see
it's the start of a new era.

Words crash; hear them
clash, then they turn
into ash.

Now it's hieroglyphic
style; puts the world in submission.
And the vision for this mission
is what makes you want
To Listen.

Off the clock.

Still working.

Diligently working.

Where's my money?

So I forget my death.
(I'll separate all that you'll be).
Don't wait because I'm still
bleeding.

So take away the rest.
(You're still what my subconscious sees).
I'm going to wait because I'm still
dreaming.

I used to love you, and think
I was above you.
Now, I am under
crushed by the weight of my fall.
And I crash and burn ever since.
You were the love I lost on purpose.
It was the right thing
I am certain.

Now let me breathe.

Ritualized out of the skies
in all places and all faces.

Rightly so,
a brightened show of patterned glow.

Enlightened thought is included
in the time we spend alive.
But after life we thrive.

Rightly so,
a brightened show of patterned glow.

I'm going to keep singing
until the last day
I'm alive.
Until I die, I'm going
to spit this jive.

Rightly so,
a brightened show of patterned glow.

To live a righteous life
is my internal drive
to set external vibes.

To reach eternal life.

Spending my time in some kind
of euphoria.
Some shallow lyrics for you.
But I know they're not boring you.

The triteness of radio songs has been around for so long.
It's a wonder why they're considered
meaningful at all.

I hate the radio.