022812 pretty wild


let the illusions flood my head again
drown me in our ignorance
thoughtful decay, standing dead
melting in the torrent rain,
from the sky to the earth and the road
so much good wrapped up in poison,
spiral, spinning down the drain

something lost, something gained
mind, spirit, muscle strained
dynamic equilibrium,
inertia constrained
existenial hell obtained

feeling worn, torn and pained
from the subtle difference between
falling, failing at everything
or doing nothing all the same
so let’s burn the candle
at both ends for a bit
and between the two of us
we can knock off some
pretty wild out shit


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