Sunday, July 15, 2018

at which point do we turn the page or close the cover


sitting very silently in saturated lies

colloquial and quietly i show up and surmise

the bitter end: begin again? perpetuate the stale?

it’s only a perception in succeeding or to fail

 

circumstantial happiness is harbored in the gray

but how long is the must endure tomorrow is today?

take me there i don’t care where just take me somewhere else

i’m tired of the breathing in this atmospheric CELSS

 

a wisdom sage upon the page is just so full of shit

we compromise just to be wise when really we should quit

the aftermath of anything indigenously ingrained

they only call you crazy cause their paid if you’re insane

 

fuck the rest there is no best only your desire

the tree that falls without a sound is still burned in a fire

i won’t address specifics as i know they don’t exist

if in your list no choice exists you’re a recidivist

 

all change is strange but every range is fenced in by a lie

and every debt is just a bet sold as a satisfy

don’t sing the words unless the tune is in your harmony

definitions don’t define, see this and you will see

 

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