Olly olly turn one down
Olly olly satre said one is found and olly olly you made it 9n time and olly olly make me feel time is fluid and time is fine and olly olly marked a spot and olly olly the quiet morn has given so much already to smile about i was only looking at my own path and changes cartography plot course through the mind but olly olly soldiers kind make a plan and olly olly burn it down

I at my end again
The reason that once worked are no longer usefull
When rivers and streams have no meaning
Behind the eyes of a child in the storybook talk of the ages when the time of a soul in midst of a dream never ever.
I waste so much time... The run out and run on
The reasons will never satisfy anyone.
Im sorry that nothing will ever
Be as a drop
It a shift a radical
Be good enough
Humanity thrive by light of the moon and all those dark rooms where beings sat and remember childhood

So beautifully untrue as my reactionany state is documented for the endless see saw. I stare back into the void for a more recent dose of reality at the speed of creation.  
Ambition is just another of the auxiliary emotions that fuel this post moment mentality.  **** energy cache that drive human innovation simply for the simplified reason because a jazz drum beats obscurity. Trying to hash out a plan in the observer's nest... Where all the new futility is being beaten into a push for life once again... So often we forget what were really living for in the transfer of notion through physical.   Empirical evidence is needed.  But then alas a solution for fruition. I will make a choice of conviction and through myself into the void and give purpose to action on an elementary way. A marksmans circle of perception steams up in the machinery of the greatest question that will just never make sense in the abstract area of consciousness.
Theres many many things i would like to fix or hoist into the arena of
public opinion. The high court of the land that cast final judgement tabloid contraptures a device so absurd in nature it immediately is stamped valid and passed
I retreat as those word create these paradoxical platforms that make me the version of me i know right now
That acts as governing official of the redundant office as the very unfortunate state the one who am i in the dawning man you have become. Im constantly searching indeed ive had to make the motif of intent a kind of burn after reading
To find yourself in the obscurity of the void.  That which all must navigate. Like a star map made attractive to others lost in the records of human recall. The question with the answer absurd but wait these words feel too real when theres nothing else to say at all. The end all to end all to appear. You just push on til the day that you dont. I cant give any other resonance of the day where the atoms chain out into the sun. Where the last stand of its death will occur and no trace of the ones who walk tall, lost in the tall brush of conscious relating parades. Some men called by names by former to resolute the sound of surrender. A trumput sounding nobel as distinction in the throes of the mighty but this is humanitys mysterious capsule of illusion stuck deep in the throes parting passions like a truth that can be pass in illusions, hung in the halls the service corridor that leads into palace of permanence. The transitory place oh man sit down another thing again. Stop now follow sounds that make you feel the wave of the infinite loom the place at the end where theres a room to the place where all commiserate. So another stretch of time passed and abundence...

Im crawling out of my imprisoned fleshy fortune
Ryan adams playing directly to my brain
I constantly ask myself whats the ******* point
I answer myself, the point is the tip of my pen
Stretching out in strange echoes of eternities, so many lives stumbling across the earth with plans, dissipated amongst the heap of existence
The muddy trance that drawls you into yourself for a little meeting
Between the words spoken and the conscience poking through the current of the brain
Distractions and disappointed rhyme
Flooding emotion so ******* lost inside the mill, the dreaming takes hold when there is nothing left
Feeding the creatures that lurk in electricity hollows, caverns
Could have been anything
Could have been you
Im not really sure
Is this me
This is culminating leftovers from bygones
The poles are shifting and so am I
Another wandering with story's to tell
Maybe you have heard it all before so what is left
This is me i suppose
How about you my friends.
Is love the answer

The system is rigged against out poor souls
The tide could swallow us all
The air we breathe the water we drink
The dreams that randomLy appear on the screen of our slumbet
Saturated with the symbolism lost upon awakening the sky became my eyes

The reasoning dribbles out in psuedo intellectual cadences falling from and into the blastema
Circumventing the logic that bonds thought and action
I ask why do i feel this way
Lost in transient blissfull tragedy
The willow is antique in the word play
The building and destruction beget begining
So why i ask
Sullen gentel futility reigns in a
Perfect transcendental mockery
The world as we know it shatters with every question that undermines the veil
A symboic statue growing with evety theory of existence
Do you push on do you believr
Do you have faith to comfort you in the darkened caverns of mind
You ask do i possess this or do it possess me
I sit upon this sidewalk
An animal we call mammel bet the truth is we shall never know
The cold air and sounds of a trucker and ill can do is say why
Does he wondet does he have a mind does he think
Or is he a happy idiot awaiting payment for his hours of toil
Nothing makes sense just a glimpse we inherited along the way
Love be thy prision of hope and dream
Ive loved and lost and never do i sigh
Its all a passing stream heading down the river of metaphysical nothing
Could i love again
Is it going to be real
Or again do i pretend
Cest la vie mon cherie

I stand in line
Pharmaceuticals await
There is a journey ahead
My phone is almost dead
I exchange pleasantries like a fool
Thr cosmic tentacle reaches in strings
Tightened by night
The release compounded with light seeping
The motions and notions related as human
The man at the breech of infinity
But it doesnt matter much anyway