Savour the simple things. Simple things are what give you wings. Just sit and think. Reckoning. Your own thoughts are your undoing. Using your vision to sit in front of the television. That’s your decision. Sometimes entertainment leads to intuition. Or isolation. Which leads to demolition. Demolition of your mind’s existence. They say it rots your brain but the circumstances change the game. It’s not the same. The meaning is getting chased away by thoughts of dancing in the rain. You must restrain in order to keep your feelings tame. Sometimes they take the fame. It doesn’t matter how you do it. It’s the people that get you through it. The people you hold close. The people you love the most. They seem to be the wisest. Wiser than most kids today, who compare snap scores like **** sizes. I’m barely even rhyming anymore. Oh well. No use. I’m just trying to get it through to you. Hell, I don’t even know what it is, but I know it’s important. Making a decision nowadays is enough to make you sick. ****. So is a ******* insta pic. Sometimes I wish we could go to back to when there was only floppy disks. The rhyming is back, or at least it kind of is. What is this. This “poem” is getting pretty random, isn’t it? I wrote this for several reasons for no reason.
What even.