trapped behind 15 layers of yesterdays
deep cellular skin now traps the language that would actually help my life progress
behind 3 lavender curtains that shade out the shaded light of a prior existence
a plastic moulded copy to contain wisdom, for a few minutes time, then poof
sleep taunts me, but its just government/media ordered sleep patterns
that mess with my psyche since hearing about them when young
although when young, the contemplation of enough sleep is never passed through your skull
alright then, i get it, some kind of exhaustion to settle over before i pass out like Gulas, on the spot
wherever i end up
almost getting to that point again where i can escape, but when hunger and piss compete
roadblocks form and you’re left with sinister thoughts, only for a while though
came to the idea that all must pass and there are always at least thousands doing worse than you
at any given moment, so optimisms charm should never be too far away from tapping your shoulder
