Mood

scattered, obliviate, forgotten. primroses, daffodils, creepers, vines, wall flowers, decaying: acid burns, sure makes an impression on cold cement unfeeling.

to inflate, to pamper, to exaggerate, to turn a blind eye to flaws, to compliment blemishes, to say untruths, to go wow at every decision i make, even the horrid ones, to not tell me of my blind spots,

red ink looks just like blood, the venomous snake bites, it is harmless said the man studying snake. he died. from one small glitch,

on a spur, on a airy fairy cool aid you sew your lips and speak your mind, every fantasy touches the gold dust, no longer quite gold with the spectators eagers to drink in this delight overwhelming, banal retreats

that i was not tied to you, a black mask. i see you not and i am what you tell me to be. it is so easy for you, to wave and have the world bow

black, i got your back never mind it was all lies, because it makes sense to join a wave when idealism never touches heaven

such silence weighs like a heavy chain on neck bowed low, onlookers see it not when appearances matter thus the robotic motions are set forth, like ping pong balls dashing to and fro, what for? i do not know why customs exist and the red tape is all around

so it seems that it was free will, deceived. and still i made a choice, had a choice. went wrong. because i could not foresee, did not relinquish idealisn, that set me apart from

a tug, a pull, not push and it feels good. take it. there is a hesitancy, of what might be

Ecstatic, exuberant, overjoyed and I am off one mountain to the next though they reside within, all you would see is me walking without a trace of emotion, since that is considered normal behavior, fly, fly, fly