navigate a different path
examine yourself
judge yourself
divorce yourself from reality
know your birth
lust the melancholy of where you come from
the feral ways of future past
fifty words to describe sadness
several ways to walk in a straight line
the only thing that ever changes is you
the world stands still a billion years over
aggression is baseless
reflection shameless
the future a nasty word
words that I live for
everything else just a
pale imitation
of something long since eaten
by a world we can’t escape from
we all turn to dust
yet what a fucking ride

Leave a reply to H.M. Nolan Cancel reply