My mind has been focused on simple acts.

I got lost in the tiniest of   fish bowls,

now I have got what I want, my mind is on detonate mode.

123  – it feels like I’ve sold almost all of my souls.

Bolivian marching powder?

No, not that kind of blow 

 I need a fix to settle these nerves.I have to take it and there are no more chances to ignore.

My very core.

Paddling with or without an  oar.

What do I know about writing?

I signed up for this,now it feels like I have sucked myself into my own suicide pact,  by leaking out the gas-

 it flows.

Riding on a high:I think I can fly.

I hit the floor -head first.

 Brain cells die.

The illusion is no more.

Clueless.

Fish have evolved and learned to  grow wings!

I’m a fallen angel, feathers  already in place.

I shouldn’t have a problem claiming my precious,  idolised rings.

Syntax.

It ain’t hard to fill out my own sin award credit tax.

Register!

Therefore, I are pilgrim -like innit mega -sir!

Noun ?

Bitch,

 fetch me my gown.

My mind is running on crazy adrenaline,

panic sets in and I am fucked if I can remember whose bed I am meant to be in.

Perspective just got  that bit closer

It punched me in the face-

Invisible fists just came at me like a ghost –

AH!

Can I do this?

I seem to always get what I want.

Except with emotional IQ situations – I kind of let that one slip into the abyss.

So, I continue to create my own destiny…

Fate is for people living in a book of dizzy ,fairy tale necessity.

I’m scared.

I feel the fear.

I’m not gonna lie.

All this sudden knowledge makes me want jump ship and  say,

‘fuck! Au revoir,  matie.   Here, you  have a go and steer.’

Fear is good.

It means I care.

Passion is good

It means I will probably fare.

So cool how I fooled my way into school.

This shit could still  just backfire-   now who’s the cool fool?

Now.

Present.

Past is a bit tense.

Future has been signed by my consent.

Got to the end – we all want a happy ending.

Sugar

I made this shit up.