Inner Void
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Politely, to re-write thee, a story of
worry, blurry & barely sober. I know her,
the one who said there is no life on this
planet, a pretty place where the inner
void was just destroyed. I'm stuck, darn,
its warm & all I have to say is happy,
slapping me to wake up, tell me to stop,
there is a cop, right over there, should I
care? Updated the OS, for the best
performance on stage, strange & quite
contrary, I mean very. It holds me,
aligned & twisted, connected & I missed
it. Why such trouble for only a dollar? its
fine I get fined, it reminds me of the time
I was ill & missed 2 days of school. My
pencil needed to be sharpened anyway.
Accidentally I took another pill, & why
can't they just take life seriously? Capital
confused & the mentality here needs to
let go of fear, trust, & see it all for what it
is.
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