[UnbornBuddha]

Another day is coming to its end, Yet...
I have to express something with more zest
For I feel this concept has been done to death.
Lamenting I turn to inspiration-
Luckily, rum exists. Liquid bliss that numbs the lips
Yet, lately I find not being able to stomach it
As if I was bestowed upon an ulcerous esophagus.
And now I don't where to go,
I'm in the unknown, lost in a vagrant's entropy.
Along the way, stasis eventually takes me breathlessly
Into the place of mind known by those with vacant destinies.
Oh lord, why have you forsaken me?.
Haven’t I allowed you to cage me in your little matrix weave
And to play with my feelings, even when you hated me?
I even allowed the worst curse to desiccate my being
Ultimately, recreating me by destroying my dreams.
I even smiled, as your beasts chewed on my limbs
But, I shouldn’t blame you,
The whole ride I was glued to my seat!
Completely enthralled by how you abused one your kids
That is until I realized it was silly old me.
I guess it was your life’s mission to kill off the sick
But, now I don’t what to do, I feel like I’ve been gypped
Sigh, this is it. I am going to find my own reason to be.
This might entail purging out the minions I see as yours
Not, because I want to be more pure.
No! But, because letting go of everything I once was
Is me getting closer to that something, at least somewhat.