Placate your-self.

Chances choose paths unknown beneath frosted northern sky.

Howling at the trees that can't hear.

Forgotten memories dance alone.

Frail skin shows its age.

Its time to follow yourself,...not the leader.

Checker box blues- red- red - white -

-cave of comfort or closed eyes- pretty much the same.

spotlight in your eyes feels like sun -

Forgiveness gives not takes. Why is this so hard.

Stop now.
Breathe. Listen.

Everything is beautiful, just concentrate its in front of me myself and a few I's.

Sounds of such delight,

operas abou-#@%,....
------- nah thats bullshit crank it up homie-

Evils shadow follows you is.

hang in there, you'll figure it out the closed blind speaks.

Your on own own pal- we dont understand you.

Understanding is based on priors.

Experience in the redundant only proves the grain of sand you dwell on is the fake diamond with no trust.

Curses aren't real- play lotto you'll have a better chance at winning nothing needed, lost or gained.

Punch the jumper- he cant fly.

Words can, so keep writing-