saw myself in the mirror
But it was not my self
It was the reflection that did not exist
How am I to know myself
And not see my face
So I paint my wall
I wake up to the metaphor
I am belittled by my myself
(THERE NEEDS TO BE AN ANSWER NOW)
we must continue away from the void
We must become something
For fear of become nothing
I must not go to sleep and dream of embarrassment
I MUST DREAM OF SUCCESS
I MUST BE GREATER THAN MYSELF
OR MY REST WILL ALWAYS BE MY STRIFE
I don’t sleep unless I can’t fight myself anymore
Until my fingers become mush
Until I have found peace and told my story
To my computer
If you do not know how could you help
What is the data crippled
What have my eyes seen that will not die
My pain is a story of my trauma unresolved
And worse it is the reason I am alive
I am the building blocks of it all comes crashing down
The edge of your sanity is into the realms of the paradox which is truth
You will never be happy and you should derive joy from this
Liberation from what?
as the monster tucks itself in
covered by
a conspiracy theory
And you will not know it was nude
Until it tells you so itself
I am embarrassed
And am still at age 1
Since I was 18 and labeled an adult
To only be told I was young
And still I know nothing
And I will always know nothing
So why does anyone act like they do
For SAKE OF THE ACT
What is this vain that stomps the malfunction
That still causes the dysfunction
What is the difference between two disorders
Why can we not feel each other when we are opposing polarities
What is the same world that keeps us together
That does the time vanish
Were it not broke
The paradox has you
How DARE you!
until the water speaks
And the sun holds you close
Became the horizon which will always be.
To me you are asleep
And simply because I am tired and melting
That too melt into you
That you are not a mirror
But myself that I become at night
I would try to convince you I know
but you won’t accept that
Because then you would know too
And still yet nothing.
The paradox thrives on
the pain that brings you home
The silence is heard by the fauna
So a world exists in front of you too that
Does not exist
If I am robot
Are nanobots closer to God than I ?
The miracle is candid
And we are designed to need it
Let these words write me
And be born from my restless
Is not the artist that does not create the colors
The writer that does not create the language
The metaphor borrows you
it could be anyone
But the metaphor
Outlives us all
But it was not my self
It was the reflection that did not exist
How am I to know myself
And not see my face
So I paint my wall
I wake up to the metaphor
I am belittled by my myself
(THERE NEEDS TO BE AN ANSWER NOW)
we must continue away from the void
We must become something
For fear of become nothing
I must not go to sleep and dream of embarrassment
I MUST DREAM OF SUCCESS
I MUST BE GREATER THAN MYSELF
OR MY REST WILL ALWAYS BE MY STRIFE
I don’t sleep unless I can’t fight myself anymore
Until my fingers become mush
Until I have found peace and told my story
To my computer
If you do not know how could you help
What is the data crippled
What have my eyes seen that will not die
My pain is a story of my trauma unresolved
And worse it is the reason I am alive
I am the building blocks of it all comes crashing down
The edge of your sanity is into the realms of the paradox which is truth
You will never be happy and you should derive joy from this
Liberation from what?
as the monster tucks itself in
covered by
a conspiracy theory
And you will not know it was nude
Until it tells you so itself
I am embarrassed
And am still at age 1
Since I was 18 and labeled an adult
To only be told I was young
And still I know nothing
And I will always know nothing
So why does anyone act like they do
For SAKE OF THE ACT
What is this vain that stomps the malfunction
That still causes the dysfunction
What is the difference between two disorders
Why can we not feel each other when we are opposing polarities
What is the same world that keeps us together
That does the time vanish
Were it not broke
The paradox has you
How DARE you!
until the water speaks
And the sun holds you close
Became the horizon which will always be.
To me you are asleep
And simply because I am tired and melting
That too melt into you
That you are not a mirror
But myself that I become at night
I would try to convince you I know
but you won’t accept that
Because then you would know too
And still yet nothing.
The paradox thrives on
the pain that brings you home
The silence is heard by the fauna
So a world exists in front of you too that
Does not exist
If I am robot
Are nanobots closer to God than I ?
The miracle is candid
And we are designed to need it
Let these words write me
And be born from my restless
Is not the artist that does not create the colors
The writer that does not create the language
The metaphor borrows you
it could be anyone
But the metaphor
Outlives us all
