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Apr 2017
Uh oh,
Reality Check,
this is Reality,
this is your life,

this is,
a One Way Ticket to ride,
and like it or not ignore it or not you’re going forward,
and you can’t get off until you die,

He’s got a ticket to ride,
She’s Got A Ticket to ride,
no Beatles no Oko Ono no just some smoked out cockroaches,
and some Killer Bee Gees that’re barely Staying Alive,

which might sound a bit off topic kinda like Travis Scott is,
but it’s not at all see don’t you remember we’re talking about your life,

don’t you remember,
or is your conscious caught up in what memory loss is,
did you forget,
why we’re here and why we put up with all this nonsenseness,

and if I’m going to be what honest is,
then I’d have to say in reference to nonsenseness,
that nonsenseness isn’t even “officially” a word,
or so says Webster’s Dictionary but Webster’s is not what the definition of progress is,

see how I flipped that?

Dictionary,
definition,
at the Library,
it’s time to check in,

Uh oh,
Reality Check,
this is Reality,
this is your life,

here you or,
or rather there you are,
“Look you’re eating some food!”,
“Look you’re driving a car!”,

wow,
all the powers the you’ve been invested with,
and what do you do,
other than the exact same cliche’s that’re in all of this,

wait,
pause a bit,
I must admit,
I’m a total hypocrite,

like Hippocrates,
or actually more like Hippy-ocrates,
because I’m too lazy to even philosophize most of the time,
I’d rather smoke cockroaches while staying alive with the Bee Gees,

but since we’re on the subject of the Greeks,
let me play the Devil’s Advocate,
do you think that all those famous philosophers,
would have become as famous if they weren’t all already rich?

****t,
probably not,
see I guess you only get labelled a criminal,
if you get caught,

****t,
maybe,
we are all controlled by powers that are subliminal,
and constantly influence our actions and thoughts,

I’m lost,
at least you probably think I am,
because from the subject I’m way off,
and it sounds like I’m writing without a plan,

but ****,
I’m so totally on point I swear,
see this all relates to your life,
and you’ll see that if you care,

and if you don’t,
then oh well,
I guess not everyone in Life gets it right,
I guess not everyone plays the Game of Life well,

well,
well well well,
let me bring it back around then,
so that I can at least sound somewhat professional,

I mean,
it’s bad enough I’m already making up words,
but that’s not my fault,
see there are more actions then there are verbs,

and to this Life,
there is only one cure,
and that cure is Death,
now we’re back to where we were,

back on subject like a substitute teacher who actually cares,
back on that ride of your life with nowhere to hide from their stares,
back on the clock back on the grind back on the mind I have in here,
as we chase the clock because we know that Time goes we just don’t know to where,

where…

We were where?

Oh yeah,

we were here.

Here on this ride,
with some family some friends and some strangers,
and yeah this feels dangerous,
but you’re not having the time of your life unless you have some danger,

danger danger,
ranger ranger,
everything’s rearranged kinda strange,
and I want to get outta here but all I get is stranger…

Uh oh,
Reality Check,
this is Reality,
this is your life,

this is,
a One Way Ticket to ride,
and like it or not ignore it or not you’re going forward,
and you can’t get off until you die,

He’s got a ticket to ride,
She’s Got A Ticket to ride,
no Beatles though just some smoked out cockroaches,
and some Killer Bee Gees that’re Staying Alive,

which might sound a bit off topic kinda like Travis Scott is,
but it’s not at all see don’t you remember we’re talking about your life…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

THHT2 : 5/5/17


Written by
Aaron LaLux  33/M/Hollywood
(33/M/Hollywood)   
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