Vent-Ill-Station
Vent-ill-Station
I like the brain but my mind
Isn't real, take it
So I wield change in the face
And I will make a disgrace of
What humans made us
Shaped into, its true
Take some, its good for you
Trace the steps
Dwell on life, the past, the present
Make well of the future
Meditation
Pre-devestation
Devestated, useless
But a body needs a host so give it up
Be the reducement
Added fusion to the blueness
Sitting to cool for the movement
Needed to move with conceited
Use of an E and a You
D and an A, DNA left for two
Weeks in shoe
Walked on, horsin' around though straight two cents with an eye
For an idea, great music
Not finding a grate to sit
Or an apple or a grape to sip
Butane fixed just to fight the fact that you are lighter than
A star lighter, man
Lost sight of wishin' I would crash bright and bad
~Tyler L Gillespie
Copyright © Tyler Gillespie | Year Posted 2015
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