Imagine taking thousands of dollars
and flushing it down the toilet.
  Imagine taking 4 years
    and making them disappear.
     Friends only remain,
      so to that, I will cheers.
       College education, what a waste.
      Applying to jobs,
     only to get **** on my face.
    Experience this, experience that.
   No one wants to give me a chance.
  Their loss, not mine.
 I think, I'm doing just fine.
I think.

Flirting with my dreams, making them more real than they seem. One line at a time, take that how you like - I'm roller blading on the ceiling, while riding a six wheel bike. Biking down third avenue until I get to the store, open the second door to find a large dinosaur. His name was Tom, we had a good laugh. It came to an end when he ate Joe, the pale giraffe. With one eye open, reality just a wink away. Living in two worlds, both of which I want to stay. My dreams are coming a reality, or so it may seem. But I gotta go, Tom's chasing me.

motivation quickly dwindling
like the kindling on a fire
there is no desperate need for attention
but somedays its required

the fear of loneliness is rising in the horizon
...and i just broke my sunglasses

I can't afford happiness because I don't have enough money - laughing all the way to the bank, the rich think its funny. But they aren't happy, just living a lie. Blind to true happiness, they're just waiting to die. I may not be happy all the time, but I'm enjoying life - making every day mine.

I'm stuck at a red light that will eventually turn green. Giving me time to think of everything in-between. Stop and go, with the the occasional yellow. Slowing me down, making life more mellow.

Pretty soon all my lights will be green.

Pretty soon.

We saw our friend walking towards the school bus,
what he didn’t know was that there was two of us.

He put up a fight, but it was quite easy.
We stole his book bag and his new copy of Yeezy.

We took off down the street, the air quite hazy.
Mist falling from the sky making our eyes glaze-y.

Streetlights blur with the shift of our heads,
looking behind all we see are blues and reds.

This is it, this is the end.

Little did we know, our friend was dead.

People:
I secretly hate you, like the mole on my back.  
I want to tell you off, but I have to watch my back.

Work:
My eyes are glued to the screen - like a mouse to a trap.
I just want that cheese, but my metaphor is weak.

Weak at the knees, it's making me queasy.
Life ain't easy, life ain't easy.

I* wear glasses to make me feel smarter.
I drive a nice car to make me feel like *I have money.
I quit coffee to tell people that I quit coffee.
I drink tea to make me feel better about quitting coffee.
I post pictures on Instagram, because I like sharing cool pictures.
I am stubborn and I have strong opinions.
I keep those opinions to myself.
I like talking - but, I would rather listen to others.
I love making people laugh.
I don't take anything too seriously.
I believe everything happens for a reason, even if that reason isn't evident.
I am caring, compassionate and honest.
I like where my life is at - but, there is still a piece of the puzzle missing.
I like adventures.
I like myself.
I am who I am.

It is time
they are leaving us
one by one

the humble
have taken a bow and
are ascending from
us like dew does the Sun

And we are left here
to figure out what a
mess we're in and why
they were kind enough
not to hide

We could follow
their muses until
it all faded

but we'd be left with our
own smug devices
the giant would creep back in
Then we would surely die