my socks don't match when i put them on. but that’s okay. they play nice. i trust my feelings and roll the dice. i love to read between the lines. i heed the signs. i stare at clouds. i love the moon. i smell the flowers. i taste the rain while people cower. i don't care much for phony friends. for pointless pals or petty ends. their praise to me is plastic. fake and hollow without a soul. it's just a word. ain't worth the world. don't get upset. keep it closed now. eyes wide shut now. when did we all forget how to exercise some self control?
what i want is your reaction. i crave to see you quiver at the sight of my creation. my expressions always demand your attention. i need to see your intention to see to my removal. to me, that's your approval. your refusal to engage is a testament to your futile capacity to use your most powerful tool. the tool is called thinking. learning and observing from a personal airing.
ooh what a wonder medellín's been! what a marvelous moment of zen. what a fabulous fable of truth. what a staple. what a network of neurotic people. fall in love in conversation. smoking grass in high organic concentration. hitting hard rails, line after line. she’s alright, yea, it’s a holy consecration. hoarding theory. snubbing tv. waking, baking, shaking people. learning lessons in helping people. helping people helping people.
i believe in grace. how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. and with the help of grace, i'm leaving this place. i can't seem to rest. the road is long and the world is large and i'm ready for a test.
come my friends! 'tis not too late to seek a newer world.