The car is drifting

On an endless black line,

a dot in the sky

projects it’s feeling on me, empty

A white blank sheet

All veils are pulled off of the windows

While the world is darkly dreaming

and every hole in my life is illuminated

This is truth

This is a void

This is night

This is time for rest

But I just drift timelessly forever thinking of all that should be and all that I’m capable of,

But  I stay in place.

All of these motions and anguish, yet I am laboring, immobile.

Achieving greatness, and wishing for more

I’m drunk off greed, and the world is only telling me to go back and get some more.

No one is going to ******* stop me, and I’m not sure if i should

and all I can do is question if I will ever arrive at my destination

drifting to my destination,

at sea as I swim to the light



My beliefs are destroying me

for I strive for immortality

when I need to lay low

in disgusting serenity

and breathe

But what is noble?

Apparently it isn’t rest

I’m standing in a windstorm filled with misery

With my mouth snapped shut

But aren’t we all?

But aren’t we all?

I tell myself, Life is just perception

perhaps I need some thicker eyelids

before my hands break