1-minute rant

The bliss the kiss the hiss of the black lit wondering aimlessly the wondering the wondering the seemingly lost the falling the left the broken the failing falling falling the generation contempt the post apocalyptic abundance of the fear oh you oh you little faith you oh you oh you generation of fear, where have you lifted your eyes where have you lifted your face the lingo the bingo you retirement home busy bodies why oh why have you lost the line walking walking walking the falling falling falling the left side gone wrong the right side gone gone and still we see we see we see we try and try to believe and the lingo so gone gone gone and by the way where have the hereos gone the lingo gone the bingo gone gone gone and here we are the busy bodies the busy bodies the lingo bingo bingo and the lingo lingo lingo and the weird the feared the misguided and the ones who look in gutters and see home the poor the lost the empty the craving the forgotten you my friends you see you see you see and yet you have not seen open your hearts my man open your hearts it’s the sight of the blind your missing I had a God once say to me how about your eyes on me and i’ll guide you where to you should look and I looked at him I rose my face to Him and I found life I surrendered and it looked to me the worst route the one I had given up on the one I looked to drunken ceilings passing out the eyes closing the last words dripping the the ones losing the ones losing the ones losing and still the sigh of the blind could not be predicted and the bitterness still rages in a soul still lost in the one who still searches like the seek like the knock like the asking asking asking you raking raking raking and still no one sees the lenses you view life through you middle class subservient dumby look around you the world doesn’t get you, your reality is not the reality of the real your own mind lost in predictions your own mind trying to grasp at straws that don’t exist and still you try you seek and you try and still you seek and you try and you seek and you try and like a rat going back to the shock you keep on going back like the dog eating his own lost lost lost and still you still do not get it, you fall asleep empty and still you do not wake fed you drag and drag and drag your feet from the mattress and still you do not see and still you do not see it is like you have not gotten anywhere and still you return from the same route like you like the goodbye kiss of depravity and still you do not get it, search the way your hearts wants to search and you’ll find what it is you want to find i guarantee it ok don’t worry about the things you want to worry about, don’t worry about the image the cribbage the symmetry that no ones else really wants to check out these words from one who only types to get the words out and it seems like there are those look over my shoulders and it’s all de’ja vu? haha.