The creative and rational thought Don’t exist on the same plane Different rules Different games Simply segregate The misanthrope to the articulate
The creative and rational thought Don’t exist on the same plane Different rules Different games Simply segregate The misanthrope to the articulate
Whether the breadcrumb trail
Was laid out for to follow
Ineffective at getting back home
In between words
I’m sorry for ruining
What’s expressed as misguided lust
Dampened the little trust
Founded on ornery crust
Feeding my soul
While I am stillOn your waveIn betweenFar and fewSilence derailedThe purviewA walkthroughOf all that happened since then What else in This quick viewGuaranteed pain?
When you are joined,
But don’t enjoy things liked,
By pigs
We all get caught in the lie
That we inject our brains
To prevent internal nihilism
We’ve grown suspicious brittle-spirit trauma
Actors thriving in face-contorting drama
As all truth
But it’s my fault
As always