My attire, flyer than a kite
Bellowing higher
Floating, but ******
Sober, I'm told
The only state I'm in
Ain't about sin
Just a means to avoid
a loose mind
Of a multiple kind
Where happy and mad coincide
Follow me through the workings,
Go inside.
Where the mood pendulates
side to side
With reckless abandon.
Manifest in a man
To have childish tantrums
Self righteous in his self deprecating anthems
To spring one's phantoms alive.
This, I strive to evade
I hide, but to save
No one else, but me.
Everyman for himself!
The mantra (sadly) of anyone seeking to be Free!
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
My attire, flyer than a kite
Bellowing higher
Floating, but ******
Sober, I'm told
The only state I'm in
Ain't about sin
Just a means to avoid
a loose mind
Of a multiple kind
Where happy and mad coincide
Follow me through the workings,
Go inside.
Where the mood pendulates
side to side
With reckless abandon.
Manifest in a man
To have childish tantrums
Self righteous in his self deprecating anthems
To spring one's phantoms alive.
This, I strive to evade
I hide, but to save
No one else, but me.
Everyman for himself!
The mantra (sadly) of anyone seeking to be Free!
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