Sufficed to say i will never find what im looking for..

Its the top of the morning and in all due time the reasons i corner will dew and resign. The grass is growing but the answers lay in waste. I can see the rotation and the phases of moon but never to know why i am frost in this room. Rhymes fill times as ****** as rust, the things we created technology and trust. I stand at the precipice of all know to date and watch as the human pretend are in solid state. The atomic it blends to molecular bonds as the matrix keeps churning the past and nothing, nothing here lasts...

When q tips become filters and theres a rose colored hue
adrift and sublime in the night. After the gold rush
Lingers a glow that will soon flush
And the binding is strong with its touch
We try to hold on hold on hold on before it goes away, again
Roaming thoughts alongside the roaming American miles
To be paradoxically so ******* lost and found
My pulse likes to elaborate on each moment passing through a gate
And all we will ever have is now
But its on a delay now i don't know if what exactly im seeing
Its all in the past im percieving
But if i close my eyes i can hear a reprise and i just laugh at it all unfolding
Infinite jest haunts the shadows evermore...

I choose to be me
A collective of neurons
Where is my soul now

Our systems are a farce...

Down to the bottom of a dropped sky past the horizon you'll see a sun. Its burnt and bewiderment cast shadows on the dawn. No light on the fringes of night beatened back into the sight. Roaming the scape of a dream ive had in the past. Ive seen this before how strange to see it again. Interpretations and madness...

Within the body strands worm in helix with the accordingly coded all embeded like the tiles ornate of a chapel. All things follow, all things innate. Mathmatical entropy, the time spent in wait, all subjective illusions bound by time and space. Molecular unions, my atomic configuration pulls magnetic. The body I'm in runs electric. The thoughts runnin' round dance on salts in an ocean too wide, were swimming in stride never to finish crossing to that other side. The one created inside of your mind. Your mind...