Well polished shoes
Walking well polished tiles.
It's almost time for the escape.
Yoga.
It's all yoga.
In the evening, within the cracks
It's the sound of calm
Going against all that you believe in.
Like yoga.
Frantic needles and nonchalance
Reflecting upon your reflections of
Truth
And the myths of self actualization
All in yoga.
Well groomed thoughts
In a well groomed world
Waiting on yoga.
Put your face between your thighs
Wake up to transcribe your lies
All for yoga.
Fists uplift your desire
To dance with yoga
Freak with yoga
Get down on your **** knees
And be inhaled by yoga.
Grate your smallest desires
It's just yoga
And bite the fat on your thighs
For the love of yoga.