The obsession is
finding purpose in mundane
We keep searching on

I’d like to jot a historic note
One of truths and one where facts remote
Find the facts; here’s your game
One is true and the other defames

I’m an elephant at a zoo
On display, with something to prove
Fake and force fed to stay alive
Forced and caged I’d rather die
I’m an elephant at a zoo
With a trunk full of water
Blowing straight crap out my mouth,
Not fit to be a father
Not actually that unique
And more of a bother
Not ready for life I’d like to be out
But used to being sheltered
Owned by someone but feel headstrong
I’m a big strong mammal with weak wavelengths
Brains a peanut and heads down ashamed
If life’s a zoo then I’m on the main stage

I’m a free gazelle
Headlights a wonder
Ankles are weak from birth after mother
spotted and brown my consciousness is splattered
I’m free to be me yet shot at the same
There’s perks to free range
But rents like open season
Going to be broke by august
Hit my heart without a fine given or any reason
I don’t know what those lights are and why do they move quickly?
Why am I on a hood? Where am I going?
What is my purpose what’s this mantle they speak of?
My heads now on a rack and my eyeballs are marble
I can’t see my pain or feel my legs
But atleast I chose this route and tried to cross that street
Instead of being spoon fed;  lesson learned I suppose
Life’s like a cage I’d rather be out then in a box decomposed

the nurse girl left me
she's not going to marry
I say told you so

How could you be blind?
We made contact, and your pupils danced.
A language i couldn't find but understand.
A symphony roared in my head as we talked and blinked
I knew and thought the same things that you had winked to me
Finally an eye to eye and not just from my family

To whom it may concern,
Which is always you.
Worry about winning something else,
Because you got no clue!
My mystic rhymes
Bars catching like the flu
Wind blowing
Who ever knew?
Black plague was the rats
"Bite me"? Thats how the disease grew.
And now back to topic
Glory, you can never stop this
My heart, my schemes, my lines
I'm sure after this is over
A few tissues will do you fine

She fell all over
My guilty concious,
My empty shell.
She tripped,
Into loves caucus
And She's voting well.
If i didn't admire her,
I wouldnt have fought like hell.
But here we are now,
And it's
Real real swell

The conflict of knowing for a surety
But not being told.
She's bested by her dubitable  insecurities
and I grow weary and old.
No, I'm not making this furiously
I'm actually quite whole!
It's just curiosity kills
And I'm a full-on cat.
will she say it -?
will she unfold-?
Will she proclaim a story
that's yet to be told?
Will I write a ballad of joy, instead  verses of cold?
The world may never know
except for me, deep inside my soul

You're the cement on which I walk
and the language that I talk.
You're the chalk in the dark tunnels
and the door on which I knock.
You're my summer breeze
and my winter solstice.
You're the smile on my face
and my depression soulless.
You're an empty canvas
And I'm A broken paintbrush
You're waves crashing against the shore
and I'm an impatient surfer real bored.
You couldn't care less
and I sacrificed more.
I lost three loves to you
and I love you squared.
I love you, and it's not fair
And you're my everything anywhere.