. . .

Like an eight year old with a brand new controller

there's more to this phenomenon than really feeling older

cos the truth of the matter is. . .you should be more in . . . 'controller?!'

of everything there was and is and sees and bleeds

for nothing pierces the soul deeper than not being flawless

at living for the truth and defaming the lawless

initially you're given the manual and the batteries and the controllers orders

but with time its kinda like a mic. . .it sorta becomes cordless

and then you wonder. "was this the real goal?!" "were these really my orders"

"or have i become another absent minority classified as one of the others"

for should the truth be told, man would dare not bridge the young and the old

the young would stay young old age would be a fantasy unforetold

youth would excite, and stink and then eventually grow cold

meaning that come what may one would still grow old

and the primary objective of this post would be out sold

fine then. . .just be sure to do this regardless of what abides within your fold

emerge harder, and better, and . . .

breathe

Strip yourself of your nakedness, take your clothes off

Strip yourself of your decorum, put some clothes on

Lingerie, underwear, underpants, pop socks

gee strings, shoe strings, underlings, hot stuff

get your mind back in the mud, turn your phone off

let your spirit man flee from wisdom, not from cowardice

tempt your soul once more, and tempt it with something void of peace

lest you fall not into it and emerge victoriously

send your guts on a task, fetch the golden fleece

establish a new cardinal point. Ignore north west south east

seek a sunny day and plague it with a foggy mist

and when youre done doing those your intellect would be trapped in a cyst

its no prison, but its no freedom either

its a total annihilation of the demise of Julius Caesar

Napoleon, Hitler, Grimmjow, Aizen

heroine, demon, vixen, temptress

dont break free from the cycle, run the wheel like a hamster

keep at it and before long, its composition you'll master

and when you do get a hold of it spin it even faster

so fast that if you lost your footing and stopped you'd create an artificial disaster

like humanity did with Beebo and Hi Five and Napster

like you did with a bowl of spaghetti or some sorta pasta

Breathe my friend. . .forget your limits and your gimmicks

Breathe. . .but get back to work when youre finished!