Excitement in life,
is a driving factor.

Does chasing the excitement,
die after the catch.

The thrill usually dies,
after the catch.

The catch and throw back,
is something to be expected.

Sometimes the grass is greener,
sometimes it's not.

How does one figure it out?

Easy,
only you know what you want.

Expect change!!!!

Expect different!!!!

Expect curiosity!!!!

The unknowing????

So what is your thrill????

I was sharing whispers with the dark,
and it told me dreams are charged with white light shining through the farce,
and if only everybody else could see;
then maybe everything would be illuminated.

I was having drinks with heathen's hearts.
They told me everything is what it seems but all is naught,
and if only I could glimpse the setting sun;
the moon would shine with forgiveness for every person ever wronged.
I forged alliance with the asteroids on our path.
They said, "everything is falling and that now is just a fact."
I found a seer with one eye.
She said said the whole world's going out of wack and that we're all gonna die.
I told her everyone has got a special sense;
we've gained our super powers through the loss of innocence and if only anyone would challenge us.
How quickly have we learned to turn our substance into dust.

I held a fork with hopes of finding a fit meal,
but sustenance only ever comes to those who proper learn how to steal.
I swear I've had my fill.
The world is nothing but a sharpened knife
and I've no blood left to spill.

Started but unfinished.
Built up then diminished.
Transfixed by astral bodies
on their way to undetermined destinations.
Dilated. Validated. Consecrated and interred.
Discovered cavern never entered.
Nothing and always all at once.
Everything is everything.
Still dreaming after being woken up.
Anything as everything.
A beginning and an end.
The journey taken in-between;
that's the key:
Existing.

Sure as ****, we'll deal with it.
It's only as bad as its ever been.
Filled to the brim -
we'll take sips to keep it from overflowing.
Whatchu know about it?
Sunk in soiled circumstances.
Interconnected systems perpetuating lifestyle choices
boiled down into easily digested commercial advertisements.
Yea, I've been craving for that thing for reasons I can't explain.
Subconscious whims leading me to succumb to it.

Sure as sin,
we're all doomed to fail before we begin.
The only saints left are singing long forgotten hymns on forsaken street corners.
I could give two *****.

Add them up.
Divide by the average number of birthday wishes that could never quell the flames.
We're all forsaken.
We've only ourselves to blame.

i'm gone to the store for some bread she said
with her suitcase in her hand

I am not a butterfly, their beauty I do not possess.
I am but a humble moth, but His creature nonetheless.
On this sultry summer's eve, for reasons I can only guess.
I'm captivated by the glow; your open flame has me impressed.
I'm like a bit of cosmic dust from the outer darkness come.
drawn inexorably to my doom, seduced  towards the fiery Sun.
I'm fascinated by your glow; see how you flicker and shift shapes!
Ever closer I draw near, Thought I fear it a mistake.
Beautiful the reds and golds, like a veiled dancer
you entice me on
I flare up like a dying star, you scarcely notice I have gone.