Overthinking Several Thoughts at Once

I can hardly get my head straight, and between every single Tone, I readjust the cases, straitening the lace Binding up the loose ends, mending every one and Creating strait spaces, borderline alone Indulgence over emotion, I don't have my own Add a fifth, and once again to make six The circle begins closing in, closer and then too close How many sides there are, to a pint of gin Are there more mixers in a little bit of sin? Its my disparity Something I choose; suffering disuse And a lack of caring ------------------------------------------- I'm just a branch on another tree Losing the last of my leaves I feel the wind running through my hair I swear, it's blowing just for me -------------------------------------------- I've seen the face of god staring out the fucking monitor I've seen the wrath of many more, more, fuck it I'm done I still speak profanely but only on occasion When I stop to rest, from the rest like I've been vacant And the break is all I have, before I fade away in chambers The scent of lavender light permeating my eyes Draining through the veins and inflaming the day dream spattered Doesn't matter The days where hate is the mode of operation Now, yes. Now, no Blown out of proportion, maybe so, but I've been alive a while And I'm still only a couple old ------------------------------------------- I've been overlooking so many things In single words, I frame identity The wind is blowing through my bones In simple thoughts, and tragedy -------------------------------------------- And he told me, take a second for yourself now and then Pen and paper permit magic beyond a mere existential crisis Might be something to find amid strands of loose light Find a new light, bright enough to conquer demons, but Success is still your metric in the meantime Fine, enough But, I can fabricate well enough to get Everything I need from something not enough Fuck I even lose myself sometimes But that's the point I guess Another time gone by another moment well defined I use the same words, same works, same letters I take the same lessons from the ones bound and fettered To the cause, of making minds Fun enough to pass the time Long enough, oh god damn Its almost... ----------------------------------------------- If you follow my silver spool I think I left too soon, if memory serves me Too true for my own good And the wind blows through my gilded skin And I watch the moon rising

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