The mind in things

They write what you want to say, you just speak it
Every talk show, every speech
Programmed applauding, foreseen
Quite a grounded universe, false freedom

Meanwhile in a parallel universe; feet in the air, hands that talk
Mutes that understand, cripples racing olympics
These games we play are either in the mind, or I’m crazy
Because certainly, the mind in things, has ever been a lost practice

Farewell

Sleepless, asleep through the storms
A furnished essence, pulled out of me
Crippling all my senses in a queer way

I forgot to dedicate this to you, hey
Credits to you for being a lingering memory
A road I’ve known for long, like a fucked up face

Zig zag, all the way up, all its way down
I’ve been dancing to my disasters
Crushing my sworn enemy, falling none

There was once a piece I read
That said that there was no journey
It all arrives and departs right away

It liberates me to know, the more we seek
This homesickness, it extinguishes the ability
Of wilderness to breathe our snow

As much as it is cold here, one day
A flag will wave down this canopy, at you
And every prayer for somebody else will salute you farewell

Defranchise your soul

This perverse utopia
Makes me question
The myth that won’t wash away

Anything is as everything you want it to be
An epidemic for a cure

Cattle getting sick; slaughtered
To protect the herd
Its head, bowling downhill
Undead

Whether you’re the weapon, or the target
Or the trigger
For the unsincerities of the seeker
You are just as responsible

Either you sink the ship,
Or let me go

Whether you invent fire
By friction and stones
Or
Defranchise your soul

You,
Awoken mirage of dreams
See it for what it is
Yet take bread for loaf

Them,
The perfect example
Of monsoon running through their veins
Fate decided for them

Gentle, be gentle
There is a thin line, between being honest
And being a dirtbag
Don’t cross it