An oldy, but goody...
Where two parallels meet,
Well, It’s no treat,
Not all the time
But once in a while you lose your mind
And in the sense of it all,
Was it worth the marshmallow wall?
She put it up in hopes to recover a more esoteric way to hover
Off the earth’s tumultuous ground
Have you ever heard that humming sound?
The one that can take a few comprehensions
And no, there are no extensions
To relieve you of this unbearable pressure
That welds up inside, it’s just pure
And when you hear it, tell me it’s a sign
Initiating an influence over your distress
And influence of the essence of freedom and it’s mine
It’s something I’ve needed but that one guess
I made was error and the escape was unfortunate
A meltdown waiting to drape my serenity with a taste
Of bittersweet memories of time and place, people and ocular treat
That is something I can’t ignore
But if I cradle it, that door will open partially
Attempting to trick
My now obsidian vision of the questions
Why and how did it happen?
I will lick the oblivion into a here and now approach-
Coming back to my senses
In order to produce a turn from other dense’s
It’s me here-
and I am free
I will conquer to cluttered mental purge and feed the need
To recognize my right to surge!
><)))*>...fishin food for thought...
