I’ve risen from the pits of the black and grey lines that thwarted my compositions.
Weaving through this muster that left a stench to my soul.
Awaken from the rumbles of the machine.
No longer will I devote.

Sing me a sweet little song,
So I may run along in the grasslands.
Play a banjo, so I may tango on the web I’ve been stringed upon.
I want it to be tasteful, pacing myself to watch the corners of life as my peers zoom to the ending.
Cause I rather count the days than years so I may witness it all.
I want to see the bees land on their runways and birds chirp on Sundays.
Days turn to nights and roosters and owls preach of their good mornings.
Walking on the path with no intention of getting to anything.
I’m committed to forever cause there’s no reminiscing in the end.
Everyday I’m one because the clock resets and time begins.

I looked into various eyes and I’ve never seen a sparkle that shine so bright that brings a new day to the evening of mankind.
Breathing a new chemical that is an enigma to the human mind.
Perceiving and defeating the way we were taught to fight...for what’s mine, when I’m yours, piercing through the hurt of this looping curse of a life that seems to come with endless strife.
But when you stepped by my side, I felt something ignite inside like a flash of lightning hitting the churning tide, ripping the earth and stripping it of it’s futile pride.
A timeless game we play, chasing the wind that’s behind our face but you’ve stirred the wind to maintain its pace so we may say our grace and enjoy this moment like a whimsical child.

Victimized by these crawling shadows on the hollow wall.
Breaking within to devour the limbs of the divinity.
Poised with sickening noise of the silent screams with the eye twitch that seeps a little desperate note.
Needing a tube to stay afloat over these fruitless waters.
Hands reaching to beguile the living to take a dip in.
Take a sip, learn the darkness of the tip of the cliff that leads to the scenery of abyss.
Root your heart in this dilapidated space.
That provides a tune muted with serene scarcity.

Last night I walked through another dimension in my mind.
I woke up with a knot on the tip of my head.
Reminding me that I am not strong but my weakness is powerful because while I am fragile, I am malleable to my own cause.
I will swerve, I will turn, I will stand tall against the odds.
Because in moments of being broken, you’re open to a new you. A new you that’s meaningful to the old you you blew through.

What are you waiting for?
A spear to your heart with the tip soaked in my poison?
Deliverance of an an ointment that covers the wounds you committed?
Piece together your pieces that you’ve scrambled to make you more interesting?
That’s not my fault that you’re so pinteresting.
If you thought that your actions are your own and praised the disagreement between us was a blessing then you wouldn’t be so incessant on finding love. Cause you’re as toxic as the proximity of a bomb that is stepped upon in a community of thugs. Telling you to risk your life so they may go home to their love.

I never spoke to you before.
How are you doing?
Are you feeling at home?
I’ve ignored you for so long.
I’ve never tried to grab a guitar and play you a song.
Is the temperature right?
Do I need to add some ice or turn the heater on tonight?
What’s your favorite thing or two?
I’ve been doing me but I forgot what you like to do.
How are the people around me?
Do you find them interesting or do you just like to be alone?
Because they are succulent that leave you dry as a bone?
I want to know.
Is there a place you would like to go?
Somewhere where the raindrops are like blessings when they touch your nose.
A place you can retreat and let the tears flow.
Or somewhere the sun is beaming that leaves evaporated snow.
I want to know who you are because I am confused who I am and I am lost, I’ve walked too far.
Asking for your direction.
Hello? Can you hear me?
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