Breathing through nostril vibration of souls intertwined to glisten
In the winter rain when patients are running low on gaskets plains
Pain grieving over the combusting flow of rhythm
Secluded by feelings of never believing in yourself
Receiving signs of pleasure in harmony of aligned stars
Is something of Astral Travel tension around the universe created by our minds
Spread the vasectomy of moments shared in a memory of the past
And nothing seems to come close to the fact that we are just here
Living in the precious moments when life continues strolling by
Like a baby carriage in the Victorian times.
Live in present and never the past
As the future is dim
And this life is a blimp of nothingness but what our mind up heaves
Words of no wisdom passed onto this paper
With no memories of writing it in moments of non-existent
Confusion is melancholy
Profusion is sickles’ as a beat up fetus thrown out after it has survived its dues
Of being chosen to not exist in this moment of NOW…
