Don't get me in this loop again,
Probably you know what I am talking about,
Major part of that feeling lost in space time continuum,
The Quantum of energy bustling in me, maybe its Red Bull.
Pink Floyd is greater than ever, The weed sucking in my lungs,
The nights distraught, famous poets waste it in loneliness,
Me is a part of their great legacy, Nothing in particular for life with the stars,
Movies, and Julius light the night, constant terrorism on thoughts.
Brave like the Cyclopian power, the immense pleasure of able to handle a Volkswagen,
Playing golf on a lush green field of Myst, smoke or is it morning dew,
Stab it for clarity, for clear vision, Relaxed sight, Power immaculate,
Sex hungry my bonnets, sharp as the blade, wait in disgust.
Sure there is another way, Sure there is a drunk bastard somewhere building,
Dreams on hope unnecessary, Nothing much to say since a juvenile age,
Loss of innocence, Paid for material power, Much like the initial invention,
Of the electric spark, the noted discovery lied in shadows.
The will is dying, Love is lost, Relapse is worn out,
Disconnect you filthy little barbed emotion, stink waiting to be exhaled,
Reconnect for a passion with one moment of silence, The words swallowed,
Lovely words missed, Lust eats up half....wondering why....Wake UP!
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