to see into an empty space
and create
is human power
its a rhythm
that keeps a perpetual motion
ideas
and compassion
the thirst for power.
the uprise and the downfall
the fear then a plateau
a stand still
then a gravitational force
omens
that get repressed
it's the psyches fault
it's the cash's fault
it's a standoff
one.
two...
three...
POW
then you doze off
wake up in a cold sweat
constructed by your own thoughts
blind,
starving,
you lash out
a scream
so mean
I do not dare to watch
eyes shut
sifting through
debris
you find a ticking watch
stuck
beneath
theoretical
notions
that become a puzzle
walking through a labyrinth
lost inside a jungle.