12:27-Ish

When your best friends Wear lab coats And carry instruments The steal smiles And steam the meaningful stains Out of your soul, (The little imperfections In all of us that Help sculpt and mold Our images) Remaining self-aware for Self-awareness’ sake Becomes potentially problematic. Floating above reason with A touch of lethargy Maximizes self-control But detracts from Fundamental choice. Insomnia limited to Social norms Slashes and burns A one-way path to Narcoleptic days And where have the Weeks gone? Seasons move like Speed-demon racecars, Their tornado tailwinds Blowing up skirts as they pass. The looks I draw would Tarnish steel, Heavy and demeaning; With an arrogant smile, I brush off my shoulder And look through The wormhole.