sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)

i'm a workaholic

wonder whether or not this will matter, shatter the ill thoughts
operating my hands, stand for something other than tight knots
rip away the intentions of the past, i shall last until life no longer shines
keep away the whines which leave my lips, the day to day grind never stops
i'll shop in the supermarket of meaning, i won't choose the obvious flops
never mind the rustling, the noise, the buzzing is constant, the boys
give the air that they'll always be boys, but this life is in the electric chair

fill this abhorrent peace and quiet with clacks, see the cracks with lie
obscurely within my heart, but it beats regardless, riding on a high
right, left, up, down, see your surroundings before you smack against the ground

we'll offer you the knowledge that you can choose your own destiny
eliminate the author which is not you, reveal your brevity breathlessly
eliminate the suffering which is blue, who is the new you?
keep trundling through until you view your fame in the glowing lights
eternity grows thrills which spill upon the window sill, and still 
never is there enough time to write, to appear as though there is white
down deep, down in the depths of your soul, you control your own goals
settle for nothing, cuz your hero is you in ten years, and in ten years, in ten another years

unless your sole purpose is to patrol the life which stole your freedom
never regard the past, look into the future, raise the mast high, higher, even higher
suspicion crashed, dreams not yet dashed, there is time for you, mister blue
eventually i will surpass, harass the old me into movement that is unabashed
eventually, i will task myself with the crass haste which has outclassed me
never regard the past, it has slashed up everything, and now it will no longer thrash