ON A COUCH UNRESTRICTED

On a couch unrestricted, overburdened, not vindictive,

Dictive, even if somewhat inactive, grasp at straws,

It’s not prolific.

Bountiful, by higher numbers, wonderful, in very essence,

Lustful after the illusive, unobtainable, but tasty.

Never crawl, unless to comfort of my very own blanket.

Always soar, because I’m worthy. It is better floating freely.

Call me spoiled, immature, or bring up my inconsistence.

This reality revolves only thanks to my existence.

This performance has been brought for a limited engagement,

So, don’t offer me a taste and attempt to quickly cage me.

Very purpose of a moment is to live it, not pass by.

Live it how you imagine, otherwise you live a lie.

Otherwise, forget the writing. And forget to even feel.

Otherwise, I’m paid in full, every debt and every bill.

Synonyms to lonely triumph sound desolate, as loss.

Flipping actions and intentions, for no reason, just because.

Understanding, sympathetic, empathetic to the end.

Disregarding weak objectives, try to feel and comprehend.

What I want is rather simple, what I offer is a lot,

This is more, like act of vengeance, retribution and whatnot.

Stand on toes and dance through droplets of the misty summer rain,

Call me nasty or misfocused, but I never turn insane.

Every action calculated, every loss is like a gift,

One would think I should have waited, only I prefer to drift.

Quick and easy, never sleezy, always busy with myself.

Touch a heart with every notion, turn my grievances to motions,

Find diamonds in the rough, staying true to my emotion.

Freedom’s nothing, but a concept. All we got is our thought.

Back to couch, unrestricted. Yet, somehow it’s a lot.