Two Worlds Make One.

I lay light on a bucket of my little lies.
I sit straight to conjure up people who i thought,
and still do think are gone.
But they seem to be breathing more than me.

Two worlds make one hallowed out shell of satisfaction.
Two little white lines leaves you stuck between each contraption.
Two dreams make you believe in something you've never heard of.
Two minds make you do things you've never even thought of.

I keep quick in a time stream that moves so slow.
I stay thick when your mind makes you glow.
Don't ever make me feel so metaphorical.
God, I ask you now. why do I feel so fictional?

My brain drips like paint from a canvas,
whose artist is lost between ideas of were to go next.
What is his next masterpiece?
Where will he go after his legacy is all gone?

Two worlds make one.