Wrestling with writer’s block
Feeling like I’m being cock blocked
Clues as blue as my balls
The writing’s on the walls
Next to the windows I shattered
When I still thought any of this mattered
Now I Am found Lost, scatter brain mainframe
Like Teen Town’s forecast of freezing rain
Pouring down onto the gravel ground
Making that oh~so melancholic sound
N rhythm with my cynicism making incisions to vision
So my sight be bent like light through Poseidon’s prism
The Crystal Ship equipped with an engine of Entropy
And a crew slowly submitting to evening’s Ennui
But can’t you see? Time is more than a line
We are Time, born from a divine crime
Our circular vernacular spinning like wheels
On imbecile mobiles speeding with zeal
So as long as I ride us like a prison bus
Trust we’ll have thrust when fuel combusts
So, dreaming of how to get us out of samsara
While awaiting the date when the Blackstar calls
♡Sugar☆World☮ 