tracks, tunnels, trains....

       
       
       
    I see the truth-i so desperately choose to refuse; I soak within illusions- because they're comfortable.... like being fully clothed- with a decent pair of shoes; things aren't all too bad, when one's locked inside a room;        
       
       
   drinking boose like juice- thoughts of life's impending doom; knowing that one never will get rid of shades of blues; plagued with thoughts that come and go- that opens all the wounds....        
       
       
worlds apart from many- took the red pill and the blue; flight is what I do- every time chaos ensues; and life is filled with chaos- despite the way it looks to you....        
       
       
 "blessed" with that "silver spoon"- but this "flower" never "bloomed"; the seed that somehow made it-dreading that one was produced; I should be inside an urn- no one's buying a tomb....until then sleep and retreats  is what this one consumes....  
       
       
 I'm in love with running far away- despite no where to run;  I'm content because i have to be because the deed(being born) is done....