Expansion of the mind, go expand your soul
Its tension in the pores of the sentimental life, dragging strife, passive stride
Leading in the self by an inward stagnancies
Friction in the depths of the recording heard, rotten words, being stirred
Deciding. What’s my inspiration?
Where’s the condemnation for choosing satisfaction?
Do I aim at all? And when I do is the target lucid, are my purposes eluded
With contemplation inspiring inflammation of the whole, body mind soul
Control, the hope for every one for every situation to cope with the note-less birds in the
cemeteries
Sitting in the trees
Lets eradicate the trees
Allow it to be done
To those that stand tall budding each season
but loom over bare when the harvest comes
Lets allow the buds to bloom.
