one word sentence.
pace the gain.
We can only pick a dream;
but beware, the american nightmare’s hoggin’ up the screen.
Merit is crushed, on the tempting truss of heritage and failed marriages.
I’ll hang my boots to rest when I’m impressed.
So, I double knotted em’ and forgot.
Better souls troll the test, as a silent witness.
This world is a prison.
Ok, lead me to activism.
I penned dragon with the last of them.
Zig zag and zig em’ again.
I watch green herb glow red while you turn yellow.
I peddle past ’em;
a foolish fellow..
This fucking flesh, prohibits and tests even the best.
A wanton spectacle of
testing truth; forging spirit’s reticule when honing in
on the cross-hair of what’s really there,
what’s really true.
Did somebody just say, “Fuck you!”?
I’m evaporated and braided into existence.
Sharing the same nowhere as everything and nothing.