Backyard Chronicles

I can hear my thoughts peak with every heart beat. It's as if every other syllable was designed to keep id and super ego at odds in order to keep my ego inline. my tongue slips with time my dreams have visions that seem so obscene my success should be rated quadruple X, but I digress I think a thought then have big bang moments, so that I predict the future while time is happening And I haven't even performed acts of baby making yet So any child seems like an illusion but I always arrive at a futuristic conclusion Goal birther My word, my seed my silence, a promise My plead, I can close my eyes and see so many unbelievable things