What a day at the park.
Hearken, hear what the distant ear could never fathom to bring near.
Far greater than the imagined universe from the source force field.
I only wish to return to all that my heart feels. From the great tsunamis of pain to even the smallest arrow dart of joy that pierces the thickened oil black that I've been usurped in for so long.


Lime fizzy makes me dizzy as I'm downing bubbly to keep my troubles on the low-low. Too high strung on the cousins chasin hoes and dough. I could never amount to objectifying a woman, or so I once believed.
What a day at the park, I never inclined myself to leave a mark, for I knew my life is but a mere hastened breath upon the cosmos. Insignificant and ignorant. And yet still that flame has not been choked of its life. Do I simply beg and await for my passing to come to my lips, to drink of death's elixir so I may pass away into an eternal comatose reaction?


My eyes fool me, or so I think. What was once so real is now so far from me. I miss seing music right before my eyes.