All Animals Are Beautiful

i am not a beatnik ive been called hipster i am not a caucasian blood type O positive I live in the house i was raised in i destroyed it and rebuilt it the discovery of my identity i hit my head on dirty hardwood floors and became awake i held on and took the hit i got high and drank a lot dont make me tell you when i explain things people have the same responses most of the time thats okay its in a poem my catharsis was not a hobby i face the demons on concrete sidewalks used ancient medicine questioned my thoughts stared long and hard into the truth my entry was not at random but probably it was this was not my concern i reflected on ego fate and this carousel all animals are beautiful all wearing a saddle i went back inside lightning doesnt strike twice isnt impossible a giant meteor theory sounds good theyre all gona want to know what this all really means i blame it on poetry and f* you shame lol if I wasnt such a romantic this writing would be disgusting i have nothing to offer but true love infatuation with the chemistry in communication my words finding a way to unite our souls blending our person a paradox in science that happens daily catching my feels laughing i am accepting all grievances pardoned without a hearing no slight im harbored amidst my eloquence building my tender heart a fortress telling myself a get away soothing my curiosity drinking from the dew drops i like when dawn is early traffic is always early wishing our minds would hurry making room for more