We express the same things but with different words
We acknowledge the same curve and those might-have-heards

It’s like the last line you draw to remind of the past-time
fast-winded feeling of freedom please to be recognized

And I can hear your doctors calling from here,
They’re saying…

Killed by his independenct and Achilles heel,
Coz he armed himself with stealthy mass-appeal

———
Where’s my muse, where’s my muse
It feels like every word slipping through my mouth has been used

Staggering like the old man feeding the dirt
With my glass eye reflecting all the things that I’ve learned

windowless frame in a transparent room
Filling up cracks with plastic assumes

Shapeshift
nuance
venue

 [bad word] 
Don’t stop dreaming cuz this ain’t over
Wreck of your life, aim til you get sober

Don’t stop dreaming cuz this ain’t over
My friend

———
I wrestle myself as I walk along the weary-motely watching I find myself staring
building up an empire, of my great desire
while the fumes from my thought process take me higher…

Higher and higher, I ain’t stoppin’ there,
My avalanche of color starts over there,
And I’ve got the solitary key to go through.

Grey and delicious
The traps can be so vicious
Prepare for the ultimate takedown.

Part time experience
Might save you from deliverance,
But will it serve the greater cause?

 [bad word] 
Don’t stop dreaming cuz this ain’t over
Wreck of your life, aim til you get sober

Don’t stop dreaming cuz this ain’t over
My friend