Post-Haste

Submitted to The Thrill Off.. Competition

Time capsule infinities wrapped in fate's drawer
A longing for knowing leaves nothing but more
To dwell upon answers that can't be stated
Except on these nights as my eyes are dilated
Could we look to tomorrow and hold any certainty?
Or get on high on emotion that I'm feeling currently?

Searching for clarity in a distortion of lies
Sirens scream out as you look on with your eyes
To see that nothing is real in this clouded perspective
reverberated confusion peering through a carnal collective
Kaleidoscope horrors lay out this surrealist textbook
As every simple structure has been vehemently mistook

For a menial composition of touch and tunnel vision
Rendering this plane with a faulty choice of indecision
The confines of this mind have a world to behold
and in this body we stand has a tale to be told
This existence is a poem so why not write it
All is to be doubted there's no way to fight it