Lately things don’t seem the same
I’ve been recovering, becoming tame
My thoughts are misogynistic
My intentions unrealistic
And my mind is strained
Derailed becomes my train of thought
As I try to ward off all that haunts
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
It’s my final chance to say goodbye
I’m dying to live but we’re living just to die
The bubonic plague of our existence
Histrionic in your wild persistence
Taking all the world but giving nothing back
Finding faults in others, neglecting what we lack
Is it tomorrow or the end of time?
Is there joy or is life just asinine?
Is there love or is it just pain?
A life after all this cosmic strain?
Purple haze all in my brain…
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