in a drunken high

to realise
that many of
the  best conversations you have
are the ones you have
with yourself

it's truly beautiful
nomatter what the trafficlights tell you
your internal dialouge keeps the coast clear
whatever comes to mind
you're always able to discuss
nomatter what

i quite like the change of moods
quite like the eternal epiffany that for a moment seems to last forever,
that for a moment seems to posess the power to change a lifetime
until you realise that
your perception of forever
is uniquely weak

i couldn't care less
but at the same time
i couldn't care more

whatever the means
the results are clear
talking changes a lot
it either fills or drains
as if you're always left with questions
a true sign of health, a true sigh of relief

i'm hear to discuss,
that rivers run rather dry
that in eternal bliss
you're always left when high

we can't win, we won't agree,
but the loss doesn't appear
untill you realise the weakness of it all
the questions that linger
and a pocket filled with remains
of whatever life you once led
is the beaty you won't resign

i'm hear to be beaten
by the uncertain loss
we're here to be pampered
by the ones we're convinced we trust

unheard of by the common man
yet really real

sheer drops,
sore throuts
live for the moment
but always
prepare for the next

in order
in the order
of the choices made
you're nothing more
than the ones you want to know by name
and the ones that claim to know you

the reel and the real
floating quotations
trust to steer clear
we're left alone in the unkown

surpass the image
bypass the control
fiction is here to stay

words will age
after proper use
you will age
after what you pursue

to care is to be
to question is to become
as energy is here to stay

forever has lost its meaning
since all we want is out
keep track of reason
the lack thereof will kill

keep track of the lack
you'll be fine
just as the lot
we'll all park in patterns

plastic has the ability
to melt into shape
and we have the ability
to measure it

imagine the smell of an unkept garden
turn into a blizzard
ignore attention
details will cease
consciousness is not what it seems
to be fully aware
will cause the soul cancer

no no no
but
yes yes yes
to argue the facts of oblivion

nothing makes sense
so neither do we

stop playing games
and turn on the tv

good luck in life as you tag along
to the notes of yourself
and sing about great illness
the cure that shines beyond

nah i'm not here
the end is nothing to fear
reshape an experience
and deny the rest