Am I ?
Kool?
Do I need to be?
I need to learn
I cannot choose
Who is
or is not
my enemies!
Thus if friends are contingent
Upon how I pretend to be.....
In the end
it really depends
On which friends
Then again
If I have to try
.........
Solitary confinement
...........
I transend
Who am I?
I refuse to die
Caught in a lie,
Dissatisfied in these trends,
And variance within
Of who I am supposed to be.
I look deeply
In the darkness I see
Time loss triggered memory
Lobotomy by Luminati.
Underneath lies.........
And a skeleton key......
Dichotomy.....
Gloomy . ..
Entombed,
Doom in full bloom ,
Tell me .......
I insist ,
Am I in your paradigm
Or are you mine?
To which do I exist?
Parasite?
Or
Have I made the list ?
Consume ?
Or
To be consommé
sweater spun on a loom?
Or
Swathed in a spiders caccoon?
Fear and loathing
In a venomous lagoon
Sipping on shrooms
Soakin in sherm.......
Strange .
Everything's changed
Except the pain
Concern remains.
Am I still Germain
And if so
Am I still me ?
How will I know
Follow my Sherpa through the plumes,
Trepidation in a humidor
Self proclaimed
Troubadour
Missing ques
Misconstruing clues
Groomed
In delerium
in a flue
With blue flames
Played by the rules
Player to a pawn
Pupil to a puppa
Stupid out of excuses
Fuled by shame So I goon
On......