freewrite from jan7th-jan9th
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He moves like he's wasted
lies of his character he wears skin deep
another dose of reality, but he can't taste it
so caught in the trap of avoiding social displacement
such an apparent fallacy, yet unable to face it
they say you reap what you sew
but this needle only goes -- skin deep
let your emotions flow with the ink
rise with gratification then sink into the slump
knowing however they measure up, you'll jump
As I pass through the paths of the rivers of blood
no matter where I start, tributaries lead to the heart
dive into the deep end, two fathoms, grasped by depth
stuck on the surface, can't even fathom that you lack the depth
I'm not asking respect ---
just requesting that all aspects be analyzed from every angle
So as I flow against the path of most resistance
that being the shades of grey that control your actions
empty lives wade and wander around empty lies