to save my friends I may have to die
I sit on my chair
critiquing the paradigm I chose to participate in without giving too much
of my self
my selfness
my me-ness
or existence to this system
dreaming, falling, loving, and generating for a new golden age
a renaissance for new histories, stolen and borrowed
to emerge from the despair
lighting the future on fire
to save myself I may have to die
radical consequences for dark thought
informal matters in nearly every note
perhaps such discussion conceals the truth
that is, which we know, the lie
of color
and of difference
go out into the snake pit of earth
down by the green river
interlock eyes with your enemy and ask
who are you today
are you me
who are you
sleep well tonight. like the last time.
it may be the last time.
learn the difference between popular opinion and truth
get between the two and familiar with each
the devil speaks from a podium
he calls me his friend but he never knew me
i am my god and my prophet
my devil and my angel
there are no answers
i wonder why
i became the mask
i became the me that they see
destroy it all, shall we?
what we need at the moment
there does not have to be more
im in an emotional minefield
running and looking for myself
sip
turn
left
ask away
watch your step
just a little bit further or faster
was i crucified in a past life
