Indulge my emotions and my needs, just to say leave me alone, I’m trying breathe. Given me nothing to complain about, that’s the dilemma. In this garden, pleasure is provided forever. Tweaked so specifically, no such thing as stormy weather. Sell your soul for treasures. Who cares about a piece of mind, lay here with the divine, all problems will be, fine. A home created with everything except you in mind. A bird in a cage still has the ability to fly. Horse on a chain can still run wild. Even if you’re unhappy a human face can still smile.
I stay, letting in hurt, I flirt with death. Self sabotage put the knife to my chest. Shame, humiliation to embarrassment. My peers refute impress. The freak likes it. We attack him next. Easy target, begets respect, nope. Hate instead. Displace him, never truly face him, power is felt not seen. Lost in a crowd, all of us must be trailed as fiends. Thanks to the pain, I see behind the scenes. Kept my eyes open, refused to miss anything. Truth be told, your scared and wish you could carry the world on your shoulder, alone. Just like me.
Apple red, apple crisp. Forthright bite, juice flow down arm, sinfully licked. Lust for another, not yet finish with this. Orchard of pleasure spread thick. Trees splinter free, pain only possible on a genies wish. Ancient text misread, only in silence we speak of this. Rituals foretold, perform I’ll proper and bold. The dead turn over in their grave, some angry enough resurrect themselves in the new age. Old dogs may change but, only amnesia to the head will make them forget old ways.
A plethora of lethargy snuck in decrepitly. Took the reins of my thinking, got the best of me. Maybe conciseness is testing, lost cause, nesting. Heart open, unprotected. These thoughts aren’t mines. “Who’s” ? is the question. Refuse to separate my past from the present, no history is depressing. Repeat yourself, work against it. Chose a cause, defend it, come full circle, defend against it. Sip some tea, bite the leaf, human nature is to walk upright towards free. Those who don’t feel free, works towards segregation of wings from bodies. Shopping spree, everything half off. That means it’s suggested value never meant a damn thing.
Ain’t running from shit, sitting in place. Kicked so hard my ass is now stuck spinning in place. Dropped into a wishing well, flesh and blood turn collateral. Looked up at the moon from a hole in the ground. End of the tunnel, cave light funnel. When will I be fit to leave this place, touch your face, take things at our pace.
So with the moon, I’ll make do. Listening to the night, it tells me to forget you. The sun lights the moon, so in truth I never really met you. Hunger sets in, look at what the future, now present you.
In this dream, the open sky is all yours.
As long as I stay down here.