Frantic tick tick tick tick tock
With my hands gripped, chip-clipped, interlocked and a slanted stance when I skip or walk
Better not dance or slip into wicked thoughts
(Kick it off)
I inch across the splintered cross that bridges my faults and losses to my accomplishments but trip and fall in the process
A gripping nauseous feeling trickles, drips and washes, collects and sloshes around until I'm sprawled on the ground in a fit of exhaustion
Consider it caution to prepare before embarking
"Is it aware? Isn't it scared?"
Vision impaired in forms of crossing into higher realms
Blind as hell
Trying to find myself
But time has dealt me decades I can never retrieve
Tighten the belt
Lighten the load and put pride on the shelf in spite of the selfish nature versus nurture which has worked his way into my basic sense of worth
Take steps and learn
Invest the earnings into something meaningful before we burn at the hands of those who rage against the Earth
The peasants search for penance through the saviors they pray to while those in power sing their fables
Cleaning blood from their halos
With double rainbow distractions enacted
Hazardry
Blasphemy
Channeling the hatred
Living through the past lavishly

A man will feed upon the kill that he cleans and do his best to keep his family free of filth and disease
Until the greed becomes a fixture on his mental silver screen
Making wants essential
Spilling over needs
I'm really sort of peeved in a disorderly fashion but I keep the passion on the page
A bit of action means you're trapped in a cage
But I guess that a drone could just blast us away from miles above for cracking a statement or even standing near the range of a target
Just a dude in his apartment with his gamer tags on him
Sifting, tracking, watching, plotting, safely involved in the conflict
With the joystick militia
Point, click, disintegrate without a moment to waste
By way of the scripture
The situation thickens with the broth as it boils up to the top of the melting pot
Fed as slop to the loyal
Men and women, just less of them, have the option to toil but joy can be reached by all before becoming a part of the soil

Starting to spoil and and break into minerals and individual elemental components essential for every thing that exists
What's held and what's floating
Exploding stars contain the same atomic make up as me
And that's the type of knowledge that it's gotta take to be free
Just patiently wait to see faith in He bloom again due to an end or a new beginning
Who are we kidding?
I'm soon to be sinking into my own paranoid noodle and losing it then
But smoothly ascend into a state of awareness painted with scarceness
Care for what surrounds me though I'm one of the duller tools in the shed
I choose to mend instead of venting negativity whenever possible contend the obstacles with symmetry attempts
Revisiting the steps but never reliving them
Simply spend the tread left on your soul holding forgiving zen
Sticking with friends who stick with you
Sit and reflect on a thing or two or twenty
Just be ready to venture to new adventures and different tunes
Sing the blues
Pick and choose and kiss whomever the fuck you want
They'll tug and taunt the easiest targets to keep the US apart

But subtle sparks can flood the dark
Especially when others start to come from parts apart
Connection is an art
An arc that carries us characters to the climax
It's up to us to find happiness
Everybody walks a blind path