I’m stimulated
So life is simulated
I’m contemplative
Of the template that I’m made of
A native to all of vibration
A creative innovative
Or rather resonating
As just another painter
Peeling personality back into its layers
What a game
I love the players
A product of the matrix
A product of you and the neighbors
The ones that were hated and all of the favorites
Including the flavors we savored and not
All of the Nature and changes it brought
Making us greater through labour undoing the knots
Improving the plot
Connecting the dots
Of this Consciousness
I ponder this
Down the path
I wandered this
What kind of math?
I question why
I wanted this
On to this
Haunted by Bliss
Taunted upon
The words that mean shit
I mean to do better I mean it
Finding the meaning
Up in the mundane
That’s an achievement
Sweeter than honey
You better believe it
Use it as runway
Are we leaving?
Taking a flight this evening —
Breathing
Are you coming?
