Living in this world of chaos
feet falling out from under me
what a crazy trip this day to day has become
logical thought is both useless and meaningless
when laws of logic do not even apply
the grass is greener on the other side
because we've already soiled our own
falling points of perspective caught in my hair
how when my hair is gone I do not know
life be nimble and life be quick
please stop spinning, I'm feeling sick
rather useless and dull I have become
atleast when talking in the very profound sense
of transcendental self I am the multitude
of quasi neo bullshit spiritualists,
both out of shap and running out of time
very careful so this poem will rhyme
because what is art and creativity
if not very structured meaningless dribble
the substance of life we all love
we must caress and nourish our shallowness
give me life and liberty with a price tag
and just put it on my tab
we pass more laws so we can be free
what a contradiction it hurts my brain
take it all back you can call it your own
I'll make armour from my dreams
and a sword of my intent and slay this dragon
once and for all
