Magic men on the wheel
Don't you see the time has come
Rushing winds
Holding coats
Running sand
Stopping boats
Magic men on the wheel
What do you choose for a final meal

Hello Hello
To You from I
But who are you
And who am I?
What blinds do block
my fish eye
Digging for water
Up in the sky
I have no more urge to love until I ****
I have no choice but to believe in free will
You're laying on a comet
Awaiting certain doom
I spill my word *****
Have you any room?

You may escape me tomorrow
but I've got you now

When our tyrant sun awakens from its dubious slumber as it does each day with impecable reliability, i may once again find myself in solitude.
   And as i lay still and naked on my big brass bed. My room as the only exsistence with any meaning to me. I will wear that same smile once broke and never repaired. For I shall have you framed forever.
   In a lonesome gallery I have your potrait of memoriam. Your innocent pedestrian voice on blissfully hydrated lips, hiding your sultry pleasured toungue and eyes that are a shade of blue too cold to describe.
I am too frightened to consider what could've made eyes like that, yet I could stare for a thousand years.
   And I plan to do just that, for a thousand days like tomorrow when I need a glimpse of a reminder of what artistry there is in this world. I know when you wake in the morning your eyes may shut on this life. But you have opened mine for infinity in this moment.

Missing my class
Im way too high
Smoking my grass, watching my gpa fly

Snacking on Lays
Watching a cartoon
Wednesday in PJs, a quarter past noon.

Only the young matter,
And they are not young for long.

Enlightened am I?
Si senior!
Lightbeams from umaginitive rhelms shoot down from the desperate heavens
Peircing
Penetrating
Conquering my mortality
Not deceased, just...
Asleep from the slave of me.
The sculptured emprisoned spirit within finally basks in the unruptured blissful state of this lucid life.
...
Its gone.
You're gone.

I wish my womb garden could've been photographed.
The lights toyed with my inhebition.
The Galaxy transformed.
Im in the fishbowl.
Oh way I still dont know what I'm talking about.
I had feared that I never would've returned onced I left.
I dont know if im glad I was wrong.
I kept hearing voices.
Now I keep seeing faces.
They can't all be fiction.