My inhibition is inhibited
As I write all that comes to mind
No going back, no doubt
Transferring it from mouth to paper
Time is ticking
I gotta make to make it count
Pour whatever’s there out
Problem is
I have nothing to write except the blankness itself
Perhaps 4:26 isn’t when myself emerges
At night is when the magic happens
All of it is too bright right now, I can’t see clearly
General acceptance is where it’s at
A foggy tiredness clouds my mind
General ambivalence to to my life right now
Hooked on what I don’t have
Seeking an artificial high perhaps
That’s also on my mind
I got the lace
Not on the face
Throughout the tank comes the wraith
I’m that’s why
Where is the energy?
The light is within but where
Seems I need to embark on a quest
To find that amidst the darkness
As I grow up I realize the reality of life
It’s not all perfect and wholesome as I’ve though
No santa doesn’t exist
Seems I’m realizing
How prevalent drugs and sex are
There everywhere
Behind the fabric of society
And they’re tempting me
But is it that society that teaches these things are evil
But perhaps it has to do with my morality
What is right and wrong
I’m working on making myself a 10
How can I want in others what I am not myself
And being a 10 is more than being attractive
Perhaps it’s my lack of motivation right now
From being saturated with quick pleasures
Or the mere idea of it being a lazy sunday
My eyes droopy as I quickly type this out
Napping in the sun is a revitalizing experience
Surrounded by sounds of ambience
The drawback is the sharp sun
Penetrating the softness and comfort of my bare skin
Warming it up to unfavorable heats
