#102

Long days in old school hallways bottle flipping choco true moo with no friends always.
It's not with false lenses just a snapshot of life;
I made some lonely habits just to escape from the fights.
Big blanket, crossed legs my personal cave.
A chamber for brave and the innocent slave.
A funny little boy with a funny low voice who out choiced the ploy and laughed, cried and rejoiced.
I always was the imaginative type.
The kind of kid who plays alone just imagining life with no labor, broke and no haters.
I just elaborate strife.
Just a collateral kite flying terrifyingly high.
But those were the good days.
Being full of knowledge but just before it hurt me-
Escapism fail safe effective as a green screen or the matrix.
Lost in dreams until I hate it.
I tried to make a life where I could be a safe kid before I was forsaken.
They always told me shit gets heavy well now I'm guessing what I already know.
Say don't you let me get whats worth getting because I'd sell out the show.
Adult reality or catacombs for complexity reduce me to the beggers seat: the floor.
I've been needing the levity to embrace the brevity damm.
Pretty much stainless I know.
It's unfortunate Irony that I'm ironing blood stained emotional piracy.
And I don't live in
A state of blissful chaos where anything and everything is mine to be a self perceiving identity.
A trip to the innocuous and preposterous of thoughts.
With high decency I make my plans out secretly in only the most private of secrecy.
But as of recent I go out the way and do things much different.
I could socialize and vocalize the internal mind and they will be non the wiser.
But to hell with it.
I tried to do my best but now I feel more ignorant.
I made a lamp with a camp firelight but I can't stand the slander from liers within the night.
So here I am.
All the world better obey me
My tiny little voice and my tiny blue and grey confidence.
Either that or they betray me.
Rulers tend to win and society the slaves.
Anyway here we are.
At the precipice of maturity.
Did I ever enjoy all that pain in the journey?
No.
But I learned a lesson.
To grow you gotta push and to push you gotta go.
Bye bye.