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!
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