Sometimes you forget how to live cause you've been dead for so long
You put your personality in a shed, you couldn't get out of bed
Everything you said, was lead, it dropped to the ground
It wasn't heard by the herd, like you never were around
Makes you want to pound the ground, make your presence known
Cause you're invisible till you pretend like you're wearing a crown
In this town, you gotta be someone you're not, just to get around
That's the kind of vibrations you need to feel, the kind that make the world feel sound

But am I just being loud, or am I actually down?
I can never tell, that's why I'm vigorous
Carry the thought over a couple-a-cigarettes
Or more, try to hit the subject in the core
Get caught up in the question of love, find myself in lust instead
Calloused by the alcohol that's why I feel so dead
Can't ever deliver if I'm thinking about my deliverance
From evil, send me a message so I don't have to deal with these questions
Sick of treading water, wish I could just make some sense

Call me a pope, because life's full of inquisitions
But I feel more like I'm just trying to cope
Or maybe my life is just a test disguised like a lesson
How will I ever know if I'm just stuck on replay, never to find out my acquisition?

"Well it's not me, it's just my decisions"
If you're gonna keep the blueprints then why aren't you building your way out of this prison
Looking up at that glass ceiling is hard to do when it's transparent
When the only thing you've got inside of you, is the only thing that's chilling

You're a walking flesh antenna
And your input is a switch
Not open to interpretation
On or off, what you feel is what you define
Reacting before you analyze
Because when you think
You don't know if you're sad or if you feel fine

Were those false signals that left you dining alone tonight?
Or was every bite just another piece of observational delight
Numb in your insight
What your gut has to say is never right

Being is the best path for your mind
Essence in battle with existence
What new part of you you may find
Nooa min anooa, you're one of many kinds
Walking flesh antenna
Is there an output signal lost somewhere inside that magnetic field?

What do you feel when you jot down that stark syntax
Do you feel full in your stomach of pretentious factions
Building your philosophy with Lincoln logs and political tactics
What a young poet feels when he's unsure of what his feelings mean and what to write in between those brackets
Laying to rest past selves in a row of six feet deep holes lined with caskets

Sometimes the words we write have more meaning than we put to them
Funny how a letter or a word can make a difference in self
Life can be like reading a book and putting it back on the shelf
Or the shelf gnome right next to it that stares back but doesn't
You give false meaning when you don't know how to feel
That's why the best poems are rewritten and not written
That why I'm on top of this world,

and im flying, not sitting

wind of summer
too vagabond
drunk
touching the melancholy afternoon
of the last pale season

flowing over the
deep yellow barren field
echoing the last mystic sound
though yet romantic
spring
the purples are deep
divine

butterflies are flying around
a few birds playing
on the ground
suddenly singing
uttering love

yellow
the golden yellow floating
in the eyes  
over hued
saturated

dropping on the ignored
dry
wither leaves
as the rain drops that has made
a blue
day dream

crossing over the mind  
a jingle
leap singing
classic
the very lost spring
scrolling into
soul

even in the lonely dark night
rolling up
the sound
as the rolling stone
of the sounding sea

@Musfiq us shaleheen