It's haze and fog
Over run my mind
So many boxes to open
Ideas escaping
But stability is never an option
I am the nomadic
One place is never enough
To live homely is naive
Continuing
Head spinning
Shocks applied
I took a look at my future
And all I saw was vivid
Imaging traveling through time
ridiculous
Until future became reality
And reality
With its black piano keys
And broken windows
Allows no one.
On the contrary,
Reality has found me.
Took a lasso to wildness
the feelings, Emotions,
thoughts and
Smell of life.
And to be quite honest,
I don't like it.
And that is why I know
My future will become real
Along with a rope and a tree.
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