Trippin'

Time traps, no explanation.
Time releases, no jubilation.
Should I stand on the shores of my psychic impulses?
Be elated as my mind triggers my own psychosis.
Do I plan a death of salvation?
Or can I live beyond a common expectation.
I'd slip out of this body only to reach back
for the call of the love one
Whose vibration commands my attention.
Yes, should I stand, barter, sell or trade for my release.

My lonely steps echo a fragile past.
My way ahead reflects a lonely moon
And the morn commands an utter gloom.

Death on arrival !