Decisions decisions,
conviction imprisons
my train of thought
is insane I ought
to forget the past inquiry
my mind will spin to free
all of life's answers its systematic
I can't stop like an addict in an attic
with grammatic rhyme of dope
a line like coke you can't cope
the white torture
brain scorcher on a journey
through tongue twisters that turn thee
connecting to your head like hair there curly
or straight to the point this fate is swirly
cheating on this black hole
decisions can be bashful
recycling the past dull
when choices were a trash hull
an hour glass with a spoiled grain
wrong choice making unsoiled slain
instigation in the population
by exploration equals deprivation
when hesitation is our relegation
elevation driven by prison's congregation
the heart beat of the concrete jungle
where decisions are vain an defeat the humble
making your aorta bleed in need to mumble
strange, but the sorta speed makes us stumble
trapped on the middle road
but slowed down by a riddle a code
spacing until the stars faded
wrong choice even if reincarnated
eating a whole soul as we elapse
gotten the rotten on track I wanna see laps
eye on the sun an the glitter flare is on
picking inquisition through this marathon
bored an stored into a hell
hoard a chord to break this spell
stuck dry atoms flow into this well
wrong way all along making a wound
strong sway baking the stray
no connection just emotion of free sense
a detection of recollection no pretense
chosen to be fat like im blubbery
foreign like humus a discovery
problems of taste a growing cavity
bloody red river mind flowing rapidly
tangling sarcasm can I be any blunter
wrangling many to fly free as a hunter
shooting ideas between lines like a punter
an easy breezy wind we all shunter
dark cynicism inside a psycho paws them
mystery lost in history held by a microcosm
eruption of physics
construction of mystics
off the top a tick tock in a joint
smoking away at the face with no point
a mathematical equation with a minus no plus
when ignorance is like a camera without focus
yo, yo, yo,
my life is like a movie reel it should
be convulsed full of thought an feel so good
yet I spend my days broke an confused
standing in the dark choking I used
every grain of time to speak in blabber
so many full of shit they reek an stagger
mind distracted refracted like hypnosis
stuck in a paradigm I don't know if anyone knows this
but im stuck in a shell with asbestosis
asking for help like I got halitosis
blankly screening myself wondering why
I don't brush my teeth as times thundering bye
lol I gotta brush my teeth goodnight.
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