Without me long gone, realize
I've been away, discretely slipping,
Quietly sipping,
Carrying myself
to 'creeping through the corridor
Of lost
And never found'
How much fog will there need to be
How far should I go to dim the lights,
To debilitate the process
Of driving myself -
And only sharing with me
How it's all a poison,
And the only way I care to be -
Miles and miles from what I consider the shelf
Of collection, of conscious,
To where no one can hear
Speak of how the morning
Keeps any sense of self –
it's but a debt,
how there must be a comfort
Owing myself the good grace
Of a dancing sky, my only
attachment to something
A brief glimpse of nothing
How it must feel, I reason with Self
To have key in ignition and Hands fly in the air
I let myself go
Wherever's not here
Empty lies feed the fuel tank
An absence of purpose
Filling the void
Wheres my concern
Why don't I want this?
The absence of color
Is my only reprieve
From playing with paint
And creating an empty pallet;
A canvas I cannot distinguish
From different than empty
Even though
I've set the painting next to me
I've named it
And made it more than you mean to me
It's a narrative
Too much is too much
And enough's not enough
I Hear me screaming
Itll all be over soon
I see the moon
It looks just like me
It's far away
And unfamiliar
But I cant see What it's like to be
I've found my silent drive
Trip through the heavens
All alone
Berating my cup for filling itself up
Though I may seem like I've never left
How long have I been here
If I'm breathing in fumes
In the car
With the doors closed, the lights off
Engine running
Accepting the mess my mona lisa life
Turned out to be
I hope you'll miss me
As I certainly wont
Goodbye world
Goodbye numbing, vaccinating
Lifestyle I've lived
Hello, blue
Sky
Goodbye
