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I've been anti-socially awkward since I got ahold of the monster
Sober, cautious, plus just totally altered from what the former unconscious encompassed
Haven't had them chopping-up-onion eyes in some time
But along with that my fun level died
The sun is still shining though
I don't know why I bitch and throw piss and moan fits and quit kicking flows with little to no interest or motivation
I've always been so impatient
Emotionally vacant in certain situations related to hope
I changed from what I used to know was true
It flew the coup some time ago
'Cause those (eye)deas just had my mind gripped by the throat
I hide inside my notebook
Fighting to find time to open and devote some minutes to opening my self and sense of soul to it
A bowl of bliss to hold the plips and shifts that hitch me to existence
Flip to pick a suit from 52 decisions
As I slither, creep, crawl
Peek over walls to seek escape
Eden awaits but eagerness drapes the seeds of my fate when I needed the rays to shine the most
Hide the hope until the fever breaks the rope
I need to take a moment
Submerge and wait to breathe till it's safe to float
Drain the boat
Don't let the anchor choke the quest
Daggered anger in my chest as I'm staggering home to rest
Dangling bones and flesh that just drag with each slowing step
Weighed down by fate's gown and a bag of some old regrets
Stagnant and soaking wet
The ocean's breath delivers peace but I'm settled in city streets
Listening to distant rivers weep
Used to play on hills and creeks in the backyard of my mom's home
Now I'm john doe'ing through the city
Still fixing eyes upon the cosmos
Thinking beyond hope to the future
A selfish feature for creatures of predetermined truth
I used to think I was the shit but I realize I'm kind of a piece of one
Speak too much or cheek to tongue
The sequence spun up when leaking lungs
Freeze the sun and keep my love for the place in which my feet have dug
Scrambling 'cross the city like a measly bug
I need a hug
Or at least some months to get my thoughts straight
I lost my faith along with weight for art's sake
A cost, great
Pause, wait
I'm not aiming to play the old placing-the-blame game
But I'm still crawling aimlessly
Waiting to fall face first into a calm space
And I'm stuck at a stalled pace where the walls wait for whispered phrases from withered faces that have kissed the pavement
Making claims in vain and indecision
Painting it within the pits of my soul
With a fistful of wishful thinking
Sitting
Dreaming
Fishbowl drinking
Sinking into myself
Drowning in pools of selfish thoughts and acts
Helpless to cross the tracks from a faulted path we've all become accustomed to
Rushing to something new without ever truly appreciating what it's done for you
I stumbled through my first couple decades a little too anxious to move anchors without doing anything vaguely major
But patience is such a lovely thing
Take it and tuck it under wing
A comforting reminder of higher subtleties
Humbling

Pick a bug
Spirit bug
I'm a tiger moth
Flying across the sky with desires to let the light engulf me

A child's thoughts and artful processes can help accomplish lots of possible results and conquer problems
Readopt the honor system
Tolerance
Optimism
A promise of progress
Instead of cataclysmic nods toward apocalypse
A solemn wish to stop the dominance of politicking obstetricians delivering devil-spawned acknowledgements that render us powerless
Endless encounters with happiness is what we could be having if we'd work together
All of us
But it's obvious to me we'll never see that day
As long as the machines parade our streets, invade our homes and eat our brains
These things that we depend on have evil ways of keeping us at bay and disregarding things that people say
The telecommunication age breakthrough to communication breakdown has us facedown in gadgets hours out of the day now
Voices are stray sounds that paint the town vibrantly
Safe and sound
Making rounds silently
My third eye is weak but I will seek to open it wider than both the other two
Try to approach the sun and moon's shine
In due time
When the energy fields combine
Like a congregation of light and peace helping me be alive

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from It's Not the End of the World​.​.​.​Wait, it is?, released July 4, 2012
Produced by Errol Hem

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