Brainwaves
Eyes glazed three ways
Vast avenues filled with vultures
Going through cultures of sycophants
Do you believe that you can achieve
Anything
I'm used to forcing myself to crash
It's past being a nuisance
My two cents is wanted
Yet rarely offered
I will throw them in a wishing well and cross my fingers
Congruent and parallel to the same thought pattern
When I was a truant student
Why didn't you seize that opportunity
I'm feeling nothing close to unity
Unified to misery
How do artists make money
Some find a special portal like Star Fox via N64
However most starve then die
Along with their burdened minds burning
Mines turning
Stomach churning like old fashioned butter
Slowly with hard work going unnoticed
Until the final product is seen
Surely difficult to maintain focus
Faint remembrance of remnants of functionality
Bypassed fractured frames of previous formality
Casualty of easily landing jobs
Clean ***** was on tap not in a kit or bottle
Attained nothing of notoriety
Definitely hyperbolic there
Did this to **** anxiety
Digression
Nevertheless it was only exasperated
Can't remember the last time I was naturally elated