100% random

is it i who sits awake at the screen and contemplate these things i have seen with my naked eye expose those lies and to my surprise they were all remakes of the regular dyes that flooded the airwaves masked as any other lover who uncovered the mystery and junk n hell who hasn't fallen into a funk and the woes and terrible foes of those who lost their head in the clouds amidst the foul crowd, but bow down and extend n upside down frown and turn this sucker around its time to head home, home alone is what i title this poem but poetry to me is more than just a lyrical symphony and word mixed together like a beloved rivalry and blended harmonies and we's we just like to get along and sing our songs of peace and dance, prance, stay in a trance of romance.

lead this road less followed but follow me if your an individual, so sensual the sensible, incredible edible egg. laugh it up. joke for a second, breathe. bring it right back to reality cuz actually, nothing is as it should be so envision this mission as a far out galaxy.