Mass Production
Location
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