I often wonder sitting still
I often wonder sitting still of what is my – no need to
steal, of what is life beyond the reel,
When life, it happens on the real, of share of Pavlov in my
will, it’s hard to live and hard to kill,
Of what life brought and forced to leave, and gifting guilt,
and loss, and grief,
And elevation of belief, when you abandoned lonely cliff,
and fly beneath, however brief,
Misunderstanding your motif, you might as well just go and
leave,
Transverse from random, bright, and brief, to be the
champion, the gift,
To steal a purpose, like a thief, to be the change, the
mental shift,
To give a hand and to uplift, be in the know, catch the
drift,
Be on the go, travel bug, but where you go is the rub.
I’d rather drop the illest rhyme, than be a power pantomime,
Marionette lives on a dime, but in the head it’s not the
same.
I go through days, however lame, without drama, pain, and
shame,
So, why or why it’s so insane, as if I’m living through
migraine of everyone around me.
And I put up a fair screen, but seldom going for the win.
Win comes around, it belongs, my essence begs and pants and
groans
My days are painted in red, and blue, and purple, and
vignette,
And true and simple is the end, but till you die, just pay
the rent
On days in which you operate, when you’ve been chosen, paid,
and laid,
With whom you laid, or how great life felt that moment, and
you said:
The moment, please, don’t ever end, don’t ever cease, you’re
such a tease,
I love myself in every piece of every action and intent.
I love to vent, and cause consent, I take what’s given,
nothing more.
Forevermore, it ain’t no more, I shudder to my very core,
I hate the war, adore the lore, and always, always ask for
more.
The mind I tore from door to door, and when a loser, never
sore.
I sleep and rest, but not enough, I live so well and yet, so
rough.
I wrap my tude with nervous laugh, and wrap my rhyme, like
it’s enough.
But words are pouring, can’t be stopped, but thoughts are
racing, and erupt.
The thought of losing never popped, the hope for better
never stopped,
So here I sit, my dreams are chopped, but vibrant in rainbow
light.
I know I’m right, and I just might, be right enough to
always laugh,
To always shine, while drinking wine, and cheese and grapes,
and crepes and dates,
I’m losing count of the days, and of my thought, so I just
thought that I already said a lot. Arrivederci on the dot.
