Can't fix what ain't broke. Be it the mind or the body you can't find what isn't lost. Just crave lucidity in action and thought. The things that can't be bought will find you before you know it and the things that can -- disappear with only the tracing emptiness of pencil or pen to paper fingers to keyboard or mouth to bottle.
He is my three week summer He is the story I’ve never read He is in the whisper of my friends ear He is the question my sexuality still hasn’t answered He is the flush of roses rising from cheeks
He is the new crush He is the story I just started He is the reassurance that it’s not just me He is the ummmm of the future He is the blossom of beginnings
He is the text I have to answer He is the story I couldn’t finish He is the drone of conversation coming to an end He is the answer I never asked for He is the flowers given in Expecting something more
These are the biggest industries in the world manufacturing information buying yours selling you fabricated dreams and hateful wishes to turn you into time bombs picketing angry on main street buying pamphlets buying lies buying momentary good times so that the dividends incessantly continue to fund
And you fear youtubers? with thoughts different than the conglomerates and the fourth estate in beded on the capitol building drinking martinis jacking themselves off on an american flag, saying Land of the free
silencing the opposition quietly behind the scenes MKULTRA greedy and mean
and you'll eat it up thinking you're kind playing exactly the cards they printed for you and handing their printed money over with interest siphoning the wealth of a generation like ticks
but the solution is not to redistribute it is to reinvigorate the innovative engine and accept, maybe, that all states are doomed to die eventually
but don't fear death please that's the first way they get in your skin and through that wound will inject you with sin
You can hate me, call me whatever you'd like. Won't change the fact we'll look back and wonder....