Me

lost in my own world confused with whats real identifying my own self in a wishing well hoping my inner reality where do i go at night to calm down where am i dreaming what is that other realm the place where i am in other places other places doing other things making bongos for money cause i know how to play them sitting on a curb in vegas pan handling for money wondering about winning the lottery, and flooding the streets with tickets like the joker with no laughing gas then i wake up dog and cat wonder how to spend my day need a change slow march towards a slow parade in the slow rain time goes by and lady luck reminds us to call her by name obviously im not ready to discuss me, i have no life something, not yet well defined, overtired, bored, desensitised, overdramatic, overapreciative, underapreciated, dork tickling you frustrated handful of spades wild cards and its a bluffing game never campaign look the other way sinking ship im learning how to pray black mass white sails please sail away pirates say its my birthday doesnt change anything deny myself my happy story of having everything and victomising myself and my twin as if im in control of the whole dream, and they are all reflections of the oither many parts of my identity never know, i just shape my dreams with my hands other people try to shape my dreams with their minds only one man did that that was god but i dont know who am i.