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Modern Barbarian. . .
Like unknown nightmares My thoughts drift from self to self Clouds wandering with weather’s whim The chaos of it threatens productive sense Instead I have threads unraveling from both ends To tie them off blocks arteries in my brain I’d rather not suffer a stroke over my stubbornness I should just let my selves drift And come to understandings Or at least let them unravel to nothing No moisture left in the sky At peace with its one great open eye No longer blue without the droplets of water It is everything looking back at only me Focusing till my hair catches like an ant afire My lids no longer protect me from light It finds me no matter how deep under covers I hide Struggling with senses of different time Not knowing if it is day or night This summer day that never started So it will never end A forever land I am trapped inside, inside my head I have to find the one self He always knows the simplest thing to do He always has the key to a smile But I haven’t felt him in a while How do I even begin to look What do I organize my thoughts to be A search for a light house in a stormy sea Will he even be looking to wake up Is he happy nestling oblivion Finally I must leave his switch on Because I dare only to hold his mantle My arms are tired, let him wear it now Or let us finally share the dragon crown I have dreams too now It is only natural after so much time living How about we fulfill a few of them I want constant sinful satisfaction With many women I want to lord over people and torture them for no reason I want the best computer money can buy I want to use it instead of sleeping Simply I want to be a modern barbarian A savage with refined appetites Even writing this makes me feel lazy So I end it