Well it's pretty cold over here,
my doubt makes it difficult to draw near,
revelling in the *** of the ruminate that I retch,
wondering why I want to stay a wretch,
heeding fables,
constantly unstable in many ways,
as I mule and bray away my days,
wasting time looking for a needle in the hay,
worried about wheat and chaff,
never about the rod and staff,
forgetting what the Miller said,
the ball is in your court,
stick to your field old sport.

I dined the dark with the swine,
as we crafted the mud and mocked the divine,
on lonely island we speak of filthy things,
the kind that should be kept private,
like pirates out for innocence,
we burn our idle incense,
looking for a pharaoh to harrow,
any Jack or sparrow,
hovering to find any hose here,
little loose rats into the water with the Pied Piper,
we **** the fishmonger with fear,
he was meant to guard his stock,
we bribe the shepherd as if he never heard,
meant to guard his flock,
he probably never cared.

Casting out our cunning lines,
telling them to enter in,
but never through the gate,
hoping they'll take the bait,
carrot and stick,
on to the slave ship,
men of clouded Eris,
forever luring sinbad.

Timon and Pumba said hakuna matata,
that option was to obvious for my ominous oblanganta,
the rooster crows when it sees the raven,
but we forget our roles when we're in a haven,
rafiki said look beyond what you see,
but I was in the desert and the thirst was real,
you could say that I was in my feels,
I chased the mirage,
missed the ever open oasis,
still thirsty,
it didn't lust.
listening to my logic,
ate the food on the palace plate,
who can relate?

My spider senses were webbed by the sandman as I drilled for digital  dopamine to derail my depression,
dusty roads laid in the distance as my discernment was damaged.
Now I'm afraid to have a dialogue because I'm no longer used to analogue,
fight fleeting.

I'm fed up of spinning in cycles,
gotta check my psyche like Nike,
can't bet on chance,
I need discipline unlike Mike.

Do you want more?
I scream encore,
wondering why I've become so numb,
why I've lost control,
walking the isle of isolation,
hiding from the groom,
even after all the light,
all I saw was gloom,
tossed by the wind and waves,  
I hide in the bush from Ned like Homer,
I could make a joke of this quagmire,
but I really feel like Gomer.
Sometimes you have to leave the cast if you feel like you'll remain half the man.

With all my getting I never understand,
I just peter in the storm,
hoping He will stretch out His mighty hand.

Lone wolf where is your pack?
Was nobody fit enough to track with you?
What was Thomas without Percy, Emily and Gordon?
Would they have driven to all those great discoveries and found the lost treasure?
but you fed fast on pleasure,
ignoring the words of the fat director,
pretending to be strong,
all along 'you were wrong',
preferring that electric surge,
though could have ran together
you know there ain't no bolt without us,
but you chose to park the bus,
defend yourself from your perceived threats.

Go and lead your charge,
pay your own wage,
no time for the old way,
do what's current,
coin something new,
shave your heir off,
or bleach it,
quit our race,
howling slowly in the wilderness to your dearth,
crying who who who did this to me?

We'll stand by the trees,
boats by the sea,
with our big yellow eyes and just watch, feed on the vestiges of your lonely island.
as you sink in panic,
only to be remembered as that ignorant titanic,
Tell me how is it there?

Brothers and sisters borrow me a blessing that brings no sorrow,
everything I chase seems to cage me in this rat race of life,
why must all that I do require such strife,
as long as the outcome is income they say,
sometimes I'd do anything to make the
pay go away,
even if I've never worked a 9 to 5,
just so that I could run outside and play,
carpé diem,
seize the day they say,
well okay,
what if the day has nothing to hold on to?
Must I make myself mused by the mundane,
married to the morbid mistress that has become my mattress,
spark a fire when I'm matchless,
I'd much less be away,
chalice to wonderland,
peter to never land,
perhaps Rome,
no Juliet,
all alone,
see the sunset,
gone,
take flight,
into the night.