See me, want me, give me, trust me, feed me, fuck me, love me, touch me
Organizing these thoughts has never been so difficult. I take pride in my nightly de-construction, re-building a state of mind one brick at a time. Trust me, there's a beauty in the stress and a calm in the storm. I do it for the moment, the money, the memory. So test me. Get me to run, jump and piss. I've been clean for the longest time in a long time and my mind thanks me for it. Precision, clarity, speed and determination. Scream on the inside and smile on the out. It's the only way to win. Windows down, the Karma Police way up, mid-night cruising through a disfigured piece of my childhood. Back then it was fields and dreams, nowadays it's a cookie-cutter modern carbon copy of friendly white-bred architecture. Not angry, no. It's progress, or so I'm told. It's profit, this I know. Caffeine is my new addiction, no cigarettes required to chase the buzz. Simple existence, still stalking the future like a beautiful doe, waiting to sink my teeth into its neck. Nothing personal, just the nature of the beast.