Make the skies eternal limits
I'm shooting for a paper moon
A thin white line disappears
The Crescent city blooms

She rises from the river
Without the sky's inner inhibitons
She commands all her passions
Painting exhibitions

There is no distance
Between each and every line
She is my perpetual lemming
Flung from from the cliffs of time

Dark haired Creole woman
Body damp with sweat
The gumbo boils in desire
You're my "Day-glo" dash board saint

Kissing white moonlit *******
That dance with each and every ******
C'mon shakedown the stars
Ashes made by burning lust

The lines are getting weaker and the cracks take so much less.
Your captives are slowly finding solace and accepting themselves in great embrace. Oh Poor you, No more minds to eradicate?
Dear cruel society, I am past your malicious Judgements, Past your repulsive need to make us feel like we must be accepted, Past your perfect and rather unattainable criteria for beauty and Intellect.  Passed. It. All.

It's time to free my Inhibitons. let out this feeling of oppression and suppression.
Our time is not precise, but what if time was non-existent and all we had is one chance at doing it all?
No more questioning or double-guessing myself. I am me, I am one of a kind, deserving of appreciation and careful appraisal.
So a life centered on perfection, lies and utter misconceptions, I will
eventually walk away from. But for now, I'll try not to lose my mind in this baffling excuse of a "SOCIETY