To the Point
Roaming is my new hobby
scanning the world for a new circus
swinging from the rafters are monkeys on an acid trip
bleeding white liquid onto the crowds
watching them have their fun
I know not what I see
but I’m fairly familiar with this scene
I think I’ve been here before
It’s just lost some of it’s old appeal
Shifting the gearbox into overdrive pushes me past sanity
to a place that seems more comfortable than losing my mind
think I’ll stick it out here until the paradox stops spinning in it’s grave
A sly justification for not being normal
not that any of this is
Copyright © Martin Graham | Year Posted 2010
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