Can you hear me
Can you see me either
Grow tired of asking the questions
Chose to stay stoic and silent
Always choose non-violence
Because thoughts are always filled with unnecessary anger
I still love **** sapiens
Just detest when they lack common decency
Common courtesy
Compassion isn't common at all
Want to interact with others
Oddly find little connection
You're wifi
I'm an old modem
You're a cell
I'm a landline with frayed cords
You're a desktop
I'm a type-writer running out of ink
You're an mp3 or flac-file
I'm vinyl spinning under worn out stiletto
Still trying to find connection
Trying hard to let go
Or at least find similar components

Pennies for parables plenty of variables
Variety of changes
Several ranges
Past parameters with perimeters past parabolas
That parallel previews per pension
No extensions of the imagination
Revelations are non-existent on this station
Variations cost vast declaration
To a nation claiming under god
however I don't believe in him
Web weaved do we still believe in some
Force freely fearing freedom from forms
Of foes frequently fleeing responsibility
Never claiming carefree cadence
Rather chimed from a coarse throat
Past hoarse
Ride your horse or follow the dog
It's definitely a pony show
Showered in sin
Lust for lavish conquests
Moisture of her oyster
Oxygen pulsing while pushing
For a plethora of euphoria
Euphemism
For fantasies and friction in ****** form
Have a diction for distain
What's to gain if the game is fixed
No patterns for print
squint you might find it
Time you wish to rewind it
You wind down many roads to find something
Anything really
A silly notion
Do you have a potion
To reorganize it to your own liking

Blowing hot air surpassing boisterous balloons
Tunes tainted trembling tangents tyrannical
Definitely an animal
That's how they see him
Follow fractions of fellows
Never mind that steady to track
Torrential downpour water
Waves crashing while thunder's cracking
Hitting the same coordinates with repetition
In the same dimension to dim some
Wits whimpering whimsical whims willingly
Ripe with rotten rubies waning wondrous worries
Wenches drenched in trenches
Indefinitely
Idiocy in invaluable
Still valid to those who are victorious vandals
At times the deja-vu leaves you weary

Time flies with no eye spies
Only thing you've spotted is failure for certain
I'm cordial just slightly
Verbal **** flung
I'll simply say alrighty
My own brand is
Generic oddball
Don't know what else you would call it
Wondrous notions compound like potions
Presumable presumptions met for your consumption
Devoured by normality
I just wonder
When my life will share resemblance to social
Straight up demonic savants  
Best believe I have grief filled grievances
Advance aren't made
The games been played
Only colors seen
Have been jade
Serenade all of your woes
I'll never pose if that's ok
Only thing known
Prone to failure in plenty forms
I'm purely noting nothing natural
Nimble nocturnal in nature
Punctual never
Clever thoughts too mundane
To change at all I feel like nothing
Searching for something
Again my friend
It's only the end
Strictly purely surely going to change
Nevertheless it's not yet in sight
Alright
My biggest plight is trying not to **** myself
Just trying not to **** myself
My biggest hurdle is trying not to **** myself
I'm trying
Just trying not to **** myself
My only fight in this world is trying not to **** myself
Hope I'm not failing
Truly hope I'm not failing
Flailing

No way to gauge status of winners
However there is progression
As long as steady pace is kept
Keep thinking past points where you should've slept
overthinking to the point you've wept
Wilting like a willow in an out of hand storm
Is it a norm for you to breakdown
Like collapsible chairs without a simple cup holder
Time slows for no human
Only stops in permanent fashion
Can you ration anything for pete's sake
Who the hell is pete
The guy has a legendary namesake

Mundane mutants maturations met during mental breakdowns
Are evident anguish
Can cause annihilation
Relation to rhetorical question unanswered
From a real inquiry
Standard supplemental credentials
Silhouettes surely a handful
Can't hold a candle to the crux or the cortex
Psyche still dicey dissection

Paint pictures with pre-fractured Phalanges
Sprint with a leg in a splint
Hold punches when you're used to throwing em
Just remember to protect that chin
Grin when bombing gnarly hills on a board
Even if that beautiful road leaves epidermis with wicked rash
Skydive even if you splatter
Plunge deep in waters knowing you have no gills
Dance wildly with no rhythm
Bang that drum even if no one feels the beat
Sing loudly even when alley cats wail like in the old toons