connecting*the*dots

i got up in the morning
after a long nights fight
with the back of my mind
the delusional and mystified heights
of sane desires
and excite
meant that i had to move on to another
dream
another scheme
shit, there’s just no way i’ll stick to this routine
when up becomes down
and left becomes right
you gotta turn things around
and make shit tight
so where do i start to unwind this mess?
like a nasty piano bit played by john tesch
i’ll just wipe the slate clean
do what i say
say what i mean
but not like i do all the time
twisted and interpreted through a rhyme
but through my actions in the real
world events make more of an impact
to one’s soul
it’s time to move my ass
make my shit whole