On the path to enlightenment You may find disappointment If you are consciously seeking, You will certainly not find Enlightenment and yourself Are one in the same
This same...
That is both...
Equates to...
Nothing
And..
Everything
The contradiction of the statement Is just apart of it It means..
Why must passion be frustratingly entangled in melancholy The words remembered are acidic; a teary brine Nights of foraging your soul alone hang in the hallways When the only drunk that's worth a **** is nostalgia And the only ink in the universe is trapped by old letters
You drown any fire mercilessly, unflinchingly Because at least the colds consistent And at least you've learned to cope Breakdowns are receding with miles of open road Nights of infinite stars drape a world's worries
****** knuckles From drunken stumbles That took his pie He had named humble Ready to rumble Were the words he mumbled In a fit and fumble To find his *mind
More than buzzed He had become bumbled Just one more shot Until he stum bled Out the doorway c r u m b l e d
Few ones in his pocket crumpled Left from cans funneled I mpairing cortexes pre frontaled Visiontunneled and memory black He laid down in the street *For an eternity of nap