You keep calling this time I use a waste
of reality, distorting my images and learning
but what you don't understand in your dirty
tongue, is that I need a clean perspective.
Where can I find him?
Not here, not among all these beasts
crashing corners again.
I need to make a match and stick
with its burning trials.
Stretch, breaking gravity
because if I stand here not even
pushing, what will become of
my energy today?
You re-utter I shouldn't be riding
with a stranger down the valley
but I know him better, for he
soars through the unconstructed.
Look at me, my head is breaking
at the scalp, yet I shoot forward
like my legs are a rocket.
