Something Stupid

Sitting blind

drifting hell..

Am i trapped?

In what they,

believe they

want…

 

Is it luck,

reading reality

within those

trashy, moments

of insanity…

 

Within society’s

belief’s..  i’m damned

if i do…  And damned

if i don’t…

 

Prospective, opened

eyes, sorted dreams,

real life, river of creation..

i’m washing down,

their reality stream…

 

As thought returns,

being a drug addict

will i ever learn…

Does one keep sticking

their hand in fire?

 

Laughing life

hiccup dream

does it matter….

 

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