Maybe Tomorrow

There are times when I walk down the block I ask myself: why don’t I just walk into the woods To live a little bit more When I am looking for jobs on the open market I mine for a nugget of pains in my ass That’s just me After getting discriminated against again and again I want an open world, open heart, mind In the desert, it’s cold, it’s hot, but that doesn’t hurt What does is the empty corridors claiming life Built by us, the word ‘life’, and word ‘nature’ Differentiate a seat of my nervousness A pill of my reason Distill the fill of knowledge grown within To embroider my eyes I act but really all I want is an open door In that room there is something or nothing It doesn’t matter What means anything is what is not there Like when I scroll maybe but never like work When I open a book not like packaging hundreds Someone needs to do it I guess I’m sick of counting I’m healthy for non-wisdom Strong from lifting papers Burned from being frozen in fear Killed for not killing the world An ass for not go-ness Autistic for being myself Not seeming so by masking myself Torn muscles with ligamental bones Tell me? Is there rain on the end of the song Does the orchestration continue til death Do the cameras seem to follow you everywhere As if the wrath to cover yourself skimmers Is your credit score more important than freedom Hands tied behind your back out of love What would happen if retirement was here Could you sit alone in silence Or would your eyes float from your sockets Life was a joke in serious costumes They say it’s a dance to forget An arch in the wind screaming for collapse It doesn’t sing but we don’t either Maybe you do, I do But do you need to believe nature dances Five-elements, that monkeys are us To live? Eh, maybe tomorrow