7/20/2020

I guess this task is too much to ask.

Standing solemnly in the window, as the outside world continues to pass.

Internally, the traffic continues to crash.

Rushing, so Iโ€™m hitting 100 on the dash.

So fast, sometimes myself I can get past.

In the ambiance I like to bask.

Have a gulp of the brown energizer in my flask.

Finally removing my mask.

Feeling disconnected; is there a lag?

I thought I was it, but this isnโ€™t tagged.

A dimension full of projected clownery & ego is often to blame.

My righteous name I donโ€™t wanna defame.

The beast Iโ€™ve resisted to unleash, can no longer be tamed.

Everyday we are continuously looping in the same cycles, unless we decide to change.

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