Drum up the emoticons of Tweeners
Lost between the couch cushions
Smoking on Cush,
Listening to lines of lying lions.
No soul,
Symbols twisted into idols
Non-paralleled,
Prophets for profit
Refusal to obey convention
Convection will guarantee a feature flight
To where?
I don't know.
Nowhere near never, never land
The fall will forever fragment followers
Peons of lies, hope, and mirrors
Cause is not lost, for change
Moons tide motions for…
The ebb of conscious thought, drowning the flow of seceded freedoms.