this pen...
(A favorite of my older work which will always resonate)
The security of this pen, this paper
Have to get it out now and save none for later.
Mental stand-still, I stand still mental
And I remember when
No
I remember how
You changed me
Showed me that maturity doesn't come with age
It comes with mistakes, the ones I've made
I can't contemplate a resolution to m destitution
Sempiternal confusion of my mind
Sempiternal confusion of the masses
Constantly in a question-mark state
Constantly questioning
You made me ask what's really real
Reality is nothing but a product of my subconscious cognitions
And I'm itching for some focus
Life is always in mayhem
Agitation is my sedation
Sleep is my defense mechanism
The first time you felt the bitter taste of control in the back of your mouth
was the very moment that
You realized you had lost it
You had lost it
You had lost control, that moment you tasted it
My tinfoil dreams show me nothing
but a reflection of the past I wanted
And the future I refuse to get
My motivation is Missing In Action
my ambition is still kicking
But it's kicking in all the wrong places
I see the same faces every night
And I fight the same battles every day
And I try, but I will never get away
“so
Stop resorting to external stabilizers to stabilize her
Shooting too high for her own good
The standard's been set”
I don't want to stay with the rest.















