truth

69 teaspoonfuls of minuscule coincidences and train wreck regrets.

“can’t believe that just happened” and “wish we never mets”

Shake,

stir,

and sprinkle xylophone melody,

A life all set out, but not just for anybody.

…Gay cowboys & junkie acrobats

sexified leather, and lazy-eyed cats…

(My life is) THC that will always linger,

the chords belted out by an untamed singer

Spilled ink
blotted out my conscience
a long time ago

and as the days grow longer,
so does your ego

doesn’t matter cuz the sand dunes always shift.

and one thing i’ve learned, your spirits do lift.

{this paradigm shifts like the hands of a clock,

mirrors don’t mistake and mirrors don’t mock}

we are all specimen being aged to perfection,

merely the creator’s own reflection.