An ode to memories, fighting against presence.
Time as a hoax, coaxing existence. And Love pointed to flaws, sweet devastation.
We never know by the root—sheer memorization.
We trick our minds—to believe something meshing, facts are raw.
One brings such joy—to deliver soothing pain.
I’ll snap out of it: a fiat!
I heard talking it into existence;
I heard a phantom.
Upon blues, a certain feeling, wrestling with an inner comedian.
Life borrows from itself, most dangerous to itself, thoughts moving matter.
I don’t wish to become that person, but what does life guarantee?
Holding to light, praying namaste, each soul to its condition.
Activities for purpose.
Existence most chaotic.
Amazed by cosmic chi—to soar through hemispheres.
Certain by excellence; courage of a lion; spots and leopards; racing like cheetahs.
To guarantee on one point—ideals are flexible, and sunshine must expose itself.
