Mass Production

Thu, 01/02/2014 - 12:59 -- niko

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they say pick directions, make connections, write a sentence

advertise my future, capitalize my computer & do it sooner

the world is not waiting

little did they know, with a pen I'm gold,

Midas touch, God's fingertip when it poked Adam, just a madman with passion

I write poems in stone, covered by shadows of alley cats stalking street lights

So these are heiroglyphs, like how the Mayan's did, & I'm a scientist

depicting the vision you've been blinded with

Or will my writings, my strife and my strivings, documents of surviving

forever resemble lightning, a transient trance

originality, A poem is an arguement

based on a dream

fallacy,

I'm losing my mind to logos on t-shirts, kids screaming "ME FIRST, ME FIRST"

& I'm tired of being an Easter Egg no one ever found, like angels hid me on top of a cloud

I'm sailing

but the world is not waiting

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