Life is a chaotic mess on every perceivable level. I do not know how i got here, i do not know the purpose of my stay but i do know what fuels me through this seemingly pointless existence. If you love non commercial music , enjoy absurd photography, pointless poetry, surfing and girls then the salty sea gull is a good place to rest your wings a while
“…Life is the unknown and the unknowable, except that we are put into this world to eat, to stay alive as long we possibly can.” Richard Bach

Sunday, 4 December 2011

the triangle in my mind
behind eyes left blind
by the light bending time space
no trace of yesterday or the past
a mask of insanity replaces maturity
enginuity will lead us away
or you away from simple ways
ways essential to exist with out existing

but living for tomorrow took your soul
you chose that mind
you chose that hole
now you walk the path of an older man
looking for what you wrote in the sand

excess consumes your existance
no hope in the near distance
consumed by a consumer bliss list
that you will follow in persistance
trying to find misses joneses
but shes already left us
for a brighter toy
a new decoy

but living for tomorrow it took your soul
you chose that mind
you chose that hole
you heard the lies and you believed
now except this reality you persieve

recreate your self in this instant
and do so in the next
and for the rest of your existance
be an individual and recreate your show case
give faith to the human race
the race against the race against time
be sublime and exist out of of conformitys line
ask your self what to do tell others what you think
be intune when the world
is out of sink
be a kink in stablities armor
and when the world frenzies
be the calmer

living for tomorrow can take tour soul
choose your mind
climb out of that hole
write your name in the sand
feel its texture on your hand
and once youve seen your final day
look back at life and know you did it your way



No comments:

Post a Comment