Its like my mind is erased, inside and out
grey, blank and full of promise
I promise
what comes next will only be an epiphany
of what used to be
used to be
used to me
but now i'm not so sure who this is anymore
its like an old memory
send shockwaves like earthquakes through
linear space time and nervous sista rhyme
rhyme?
Rhyme
it's inconspicious and laced with a thin line
of acidic haze blind
purple and funkadelic and in its prime
a thought caught between two signs
take two steps forward to only be two steps behind
i'm fine
as I grab the mic and make reproductive verbal
spines up and down the backs of
those who find words grab ahold of them
and make up for lost time
it's reminiscent of that
darkened corner's mine
[inside&out]
No comments:
Post a Comment