I have unbelievably Blind faith with my eyes
closed
So really you shouldn’t believe me, as I was
supposed
To be at work today, but hit the snooze and
dozed
And woke up more awakened, a new life so
juxtaposed

Now Decide which path to pursue and follow
Turn one way or plunge into a hole so hollow
Even light cannot penetrate dreams escaped
Paralleled universal hopes in a heart shaped

Box of chocolates, from my dear friend Pandora
She’s a universal translater and cosmic explorer

But please, before you choose, let me go ahead and give you a proper forewarning

You have absolutely nothing to lose, but you will be forever changed by tomorrow morning

Your mind will be free and the air will feel clean
Breathing differently, sights will seem unseen
Everything feels new, with a Refreshed old soul
It’s a brand old you, washed thru a black hole

I’ll take the honey over vinegar
Why shake it when you can stir

Ain’t nothing in this life for free
But I beg your differ, pardon me

If I Could just steal a quick second of your time
A Nonverbal marathon, leaves a panting mime

We may land the chance, we may cheat fate
Take my hand, let’s dance and eat, it’s a date

But with a perfect first night, so very complete
How can any other time even dare to compete

We all just need a little great company to
borrow....
Starting a meetup group for procrastinators tomorrow.....

And so on and especially so forth, as it shall in time provide your journey's story and future clues to the scavengers of whom may choose to pursue, and even if they might peruse and cruise, they shall never ***** or shout, or begin to muck about but instead all cohesively be care free and gumption fillled to the Ump's teenth degree. Progress for the Better, Don't read the blinding letter... but if you do, Why pray our souls to keep, in a pickled formaldehyde case, so ******* cheap, that it eventually begins to seep and creep into the membranes of societies creek, who proceed to reap... and sOw, everything you thought you know, and renipulate and regurgitate their own versions of twisted and ManUScripted fate. They say don't hate, just *******
But the Globe is warm, despite all their charm
So I say we try and pray collectively all at once some day and unite the nobles of our HUMAN race.

What can I say? But, that's not a rhetorical question?

We could travel among an Ions Quest,
But still naturally question all the rest

Shall I digress?

That wasn't absolutely rhetorical yes?

Your drug makes me feel caged and free
Like it just wasn't absolutely meant to be

I could quite easily, care-lessly wander about
Take care Leslie, I'll see you at the next drought

Finally Free and clear to listen and hear
The universe calls, and asks for my ear

A little piece of advice, to bake your cake
But whatever you do, have some pie too
If you can't do good, for badness sake
Then what could anyone do for you?

Better than yesterday but worse than tomorrow
Live in a present Way, there's no time to borrow

My restless soul is a pyro, lighting internal fires
Scattered mind won't let go,slashing all his tires

Stuck in muck,I need a tow,safe from the mires
I Give no ****,money to blow, chase all desires

What does it mean, to stay right in between
That happy median,defined by a Wikipedian

That mythological goal to balance in the middle
Nicholas' locked Cage, pursue the fateful riddle
Mind's almost full,fresh ideas hot off the griddle
Time to turn the page, but thumbs will twiddle

I felt like I couldn't breathe, nor could I hear
My heart prone to seethe,headlights to a deer
Finally My eyes are open and my head is clear
No more doubt or moping, there's no more fear

So proceed with caution a wiseman forewarns
Beware of the female fury, hell hath and scorns
But let love rule you, like a squirrel loves acorns
Embrace the wild ride and grab the bull's horns

See you are free to choose,write your own story
All we have is a life to lose,in all it's fragile glory

The dark blindfold of Lust Bleeds cold mistrust
What's foretold just misleads to finally not care
As the bold, plant the seeds, of how we will fare
As our perpetual bait breeds stereotypical fate

Question who you are before we wander too far
We'll journey in the car, just like fireflies in a jar
Adventure encroaches and ****** approaches
We shall come together like birds of a feather

Both just simple Products of blissful optimism
Until the date of that fateful fantastic Cataclism
We all stray until the day we are lost and pray
Faithful graceful servants of this tasteful earth

The unspeakable word, is better left unspoken
Unless it's so rare you don't care, rules broken

Then I propose that you just ******* make it up
With so so much Decaf overflowing in your cup

Words are mere turds falling in toilet mindbowls
Fearless foot burns from walking on the coals??

Time now to somehow become holier than thou
Climb out and about and spit out all your doubt

Flush your worries and **** with the wind
Chance of flurries missed, returned to sin