Maybe it’s time to regroup
Or re-draw the tribes
As there’s no breaking the echo chambers
Formulaic
Our life’s but an arc
In this world in a cycle
Meant to seek freedom
But always bounded
To repeat
Loop Forward
I was told time is a dimension
And this odd circadian rhythm
Is not what got me woke
I need to stay dreaming
Ransom for Throbbing Pain
Every time my head hurts
It feels like the devil pulling my soul
Away from my body
Like a band-aid
Peeling, unwilling…
Past Bedtime
But you should stay on course
Stick to a routine
That allows you to be a kid
Afforded of a comfortable rest
Letting you drift to uninterrupted dreams
Ran That Way
Then almost immediately
Drowsiness breathes heavy
A surrender flushed in
Custom
Duplicitous nightmare
Making the actors question
Certain appropriation
Of verbose
Attempts to dispose
The plaintiff’s unending
Almost attention seeking
Some Vivid Moments
Running against a blurry view
Is a thing I once thought I knew
As love
Is beating
Me in my own game
Headspace: Insomniac
Or maybe this
Is mamba mentality
Kicking in
Or kicking me
Into the direction of some purposeful hunger
Desire
I’ve yet to define
Or too lazy to actually find out
Diadem
It has to be real
I believed it
It has to be real…
