Thoughts of an Aspiring Gentleman

Trip everywhere but here

Trip Everywhere but Here

He took a trip everywhere

But here

Troubles abound and words are not found

I'm running from a hellhound

Finding what I cannot see

Discovering that he is a he

And that yesterday was a she

Hoping and praying with a might of ten destinies

Reviving a fuel of disorder

I know this passion must come to order

Can't fight the flight

Of jittery fingers and willful blood streaming upon the tidal flood

Hoping and praying that meaning will come about the emptiness of words I'll never live out

That's theirs and this is mine

And although mine is a goldmine

I'm blind and lonely with the clock of time stretching its shares and endless repairs trying to mend what depends on others who cannot make amends

With a destiny

Or a lonely adversity

Crawling up a wall so wide and great that I can't see its noble gate or the emperor who kills all hate within a land that must separate

Fear into hearts and diamonds of mimes

Mute and mobile in the front lines of limes

Sucking the sweet of deriding defeat that cannot beat

Peace which,

Giving nothing to another but defeat,

Lives on a day old age of Never Be

Where I rest my soul to be lonely