Memory gaps, addict relapse
Brain prolapse
Calm down, relax
Words racing, raging
Spacing doesn't matter
Pages torn and tattered
Scattered through the hall
Building towers so tall
Watching them fall
Looking back, now
Crooked brow
Consciousness found
Conscience bound
I don't appall or astound
Nothing is renowned
It's predictable
But I am not dull.
Excuses, excuses
Words produce this
Terror
Words were the error
Actions were unsure
Too bad the solution wasn't the cure.
Mind stick
Neck crick
Stiff spine
The blood I found isn't mine.
When I was young, I would concentrate so hard on what I was doing. That I forget how I got from place to place.
When I got older, I would think so hard that I didn't pay attention to what was going on around me.
Looking forward, I hope I don't act so much that I forget to think or concentrate.
I've never been a man of motion. Let the current of the ocean control my body, I'll ponder the rest.
I'll steer myself with slight movements like a rudder. A blink, a quick turn, a shudder.
Decisions from here on out, void of selfishness. Void of self-based incentives.
Two steering in the sea of fools. Refusal of regulations or rules.
Cowardly winds bearing down on the sail. Leaving not so much as a footprint on our trail.
For our trials, tribulations, retaliations, obligations, and passion. We will achieve nothing less than perfection.
Perfectionists? no. Perfect individuals? no. But together we are unstoppable.
The last romantics.
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