I swear I am calm. Look at that, I depressed a button thats been
neglected for so long. Again you see I am quaking not faking my
thoughts are overtaking my waking position, quarrelsome indeed
towards entering the state that I need. To function. Normally.
Please, I'm holding back, can't you tell? A metaphor of a dam would
do me well, of course it's not solid the pressure is building, of
course it's not stone it's made out of soothing all the things that I
find in my mind would it surprise you to know that they'd fit on a
dime? My own little who ville on a metal map scape. It's fine it's fun
it's quite the scene. Would you stay for awhile and meet my people
that follow the laws loyally with no question of doubt because they
are enlightened, perfection, plato lives there and he see's all their
forms if you entered would it all would you try and conform? Fit in
with perfection even if your meat makes you mad, your soul steals
away and it becomes possible to play along the slightly raised ridges
found on the side of a dime and you'll never ever have to question
what occurs when you die. You won't know what occurs but let me
tell you in the following words it won't matter to you as a soul
singing songs along with millions of mimes that tend to live on my
dimes because fears do not exist in communities so small learn from
this please come one come all, the irony is if more come it will fall
and collapse into everything, rioting and pain, and then we'll think
back in wonderment, what did we gain? I don't know at least we
tried, that's the most I can say, the sun will still rise but we'll be
lucky to find peace as it exists across loose change in a mist where
it's more illusive and special and harder to find, we won't not never
it will remain unfound unless we settle and sit in a square and
slowly think of something profound: build a new community there
and slowly weigh the pros and the nouns would we risk it,
revealing us out loud to the world because you see in close circles
we'll work and we'll smile without fears of continuing this course of
denial, perfection is possible if sacrifices are made but our meat is
too silly to play along in that game so more people flood in and
bring disease and the pain so we sigh and trudge on with only hope
to our name we just remember to never give in, we have what we
need to continue to live.