Fragments passing as compete deep thought Trailing off the loose ends of stray matters
Tossed.
Caught.
Each unpredictable click of the can opener seems Almost methodical. Introducing the overlooked somber molecules Found nowhere on. The periodical [table]. The atoms of my mind chatter now inching towards unstable. If not unstable—then forever moving. Atoms can be our teachers Theoretically impossible to stop. Constantly only describes change. This wristwatch is my life’s calculator Taunting ticks, as life’s dictator— Time. I am each measured lapse’s pawn I better lived dreams when he’s finally gone
A penny for my thoughts? What’s worth to barter? Over an American dollar’s fraction’s fragment.
Money has it’s own momentum While consumer goods are in storage Dust collectors, manufactured to stagnant Leading me to the phrase Money Hungry. A system designed to teach craving, dependence With a starvation, a desperation Without a method of redemption
Applying to all addiction—no exemptions.
In America, we die young. Every heart is a volcano Too many, too early exploding with red-toned emotions Every name in vain. We’re all bound by the fearful chains. Resisting each disconcertion Life shaking change after change
Overtime draining us, unhealthy blood pressures Straining us Unknowingly lacking essential nutrients Does anyone really take daily vitamins? If I did, it must include inspiration Human beings need humanity Or the poles will rip the seas apart. Everyone seems to be, even me Tired of chasing a new horizon
The words of ageless me at nineteen
My generation wakes up to numbly realize The connection between Reality and a dream
Has been severed.
Cutting lines to the hope in what this life means.
I cannot accept this fate, I’ll write it down instead I’m wide awake humanity,
I can sleep when I’m dead.
Again, I find myself in this seasonal panic What if these are not even dreams? Being But only theoretically organic.
This planet at times appears a spherical slave ship The world bank opens My country’s farmers can’t sell ****. What about free? Elders say the day man invented money Was the day he made poverty
I frequently struggle in every direction Landlocked in the 1% complexion Feeling dependent and resentment for the institution Those times I ask how I can manifest revolution. Doubt is the parasitic twin of confusion.
I know that I have to know pain, Humans play with fire, waving so stern
Butterflies don’t ask caterpillars for advice. To teach is to learn.