lonelythinker

Cutting Mental Process
The inner beat guides me,
provides me,
with directions,
for the rest of my life,
mortal madness,
inside this water balloon,
betting all your savings,
everyday,
perpetually,
infinitely dealing the deck,
politics as usual,
the summer abandons me again,
only cause I could use the sun,
to brighten emphasis,
on whatever existence is,
wanting to love,
so much,
I smother Atlas,
sending the Earth,
into absolutes,
so I become an expert,
in faking the fame,
vacating my freedom,
imps populating my mindscape,
will I survive myself,
will I survive this ,
myself