Mad.

                                                                            

Down south, it’s Your private creek,

You break in for that soul to seek.

Trees and ashes speak of ravens,

And You’re the one who’s not mistaken.

Initialize ! Re- Agonize !

Let the heartbeat set deep in your eyes.

Blank as space, purple deep,

You are the one for You to keep.

No agenda, No propaganda and You’re still burning up the town,

Right in places with broken phases You see yourself wear that crown.

You make sense out of procrastination,

Years of failure and damnation.

Your senses fall, You’re one and all,

Forces seem like a two way maul.

Grabbing your motives in a wrapped up pretention,

You make your move, You run for attention.

You lose that tension, Your self holds will,

It drops the lactic, You dive for the thrill.

Plastic seems anonymous, beauty is set aside.

Plastic seems hypnotized and drawn into the serene void.

No confusion !  Altruism isn’t a game !

It’s a part of You.  It’s all the same.

Don’t weigh it damn it! I’m running with pride.

See ! This conscious is set aside.

You’ve made it to the brim, beside the creek.

Not a drop of ink for Your pores to seep.

You stand gazing at Your favorite blue moon,

Knowing the purple You’ll be a part of soon.

You put life aside, You take the plunge to hide.

You broke the reflection, You’ve perfected those eyes.

Ssh, don’t weep. Ssh, don’t weep.

It’s time to smile J