Arteest
by trevorpantera3112
Leading myself on’s got the old animal instincts shot
But ruminating til your stomach turns inside out
Not really knowing where you’re going is what R&D is
This is why sugar generates sense when shit goes to hell
And death and mindlessness fess up to being family
When Wipeout or Floor is Lava is on
My latest chance at self-expansion, tarnished
By a lack of dabbling in evil, disguised
As fun that wouldn’t have been any fun
It helps me heal to think
On a path with space that means I’m independent
Or afraid of refreshing my email every 10 minutes
To see if I get what I want
Playing clairvoyant only if I think I know what you believe
Whether or not you hinge on it to stand out from your chosen throng
To suggest purpose + minimal reverence for inevitabilities
That can’t be made to wait for rest