she hates this place
sticky icky
the girl whose name is Mickey
poor girl
labeled a *****
don’t know where to go anymore
a stray cat
street fighter
and city traveler

blah. blah. blah.
goes my mind
this world has got me in a bind
feeling blind
mankind outlined from the ashes falling
from each bashing their own skulls to escape the toxicity of the world
what a shame existence is
to end up being hated on

those lips deserve to taste the kindness
of forgiveness of past sins
people of the world so versatile
morphing into each other
with the addiction of likes
and attention spans those of a fly
a genetic chromosome disorder
that duplicates one’s eyes
to see the reality of real
because your own set bears too much pain

you hold my heart in your hand
and you say beloved it
this is a true promise
kept from a beating heart
you nourish every part of me
which completes the scene
of our keen memories
creating energies between our two bodies
calling everyone to dance
to the rhythm of a predictable chance
that we always knew the circumstances
at first glance

the music spins round and round
everyday
to the sound of the world
we are not perfect
and that‘s the way it stays
forever and always
being that we are true to who we are
never needing to search for clues
the reason is centered in the heart of living

hold yourself
rock-a-bye baby
someday you’ll see
you can be happy and free

i always wonder why we fit
maybe you hide behind your talk
and i, my walk
you are right in front of me
yet i sense two of you
the imaginary you
and the irreversible existence of you
find me
don’t you know me?
or am i imaginary too?