On a casual day, I got a red heart and a blue mind You can’t imagine the disaster as when such two pigments collide Well, you probably can But it feels as though that cursed colour-combo defines the person I am Sometimes I want to paint it black, or maybe white And erase that horrid paint job that marks certain parts of my mind But today don’t feel casual I could paint over the combos, but my heart’ll always be red, and my mind’ll always stay blue It’s what separates me from you It’s what defines our perceptions and the way this Earth gets viewed The sun glows for us all It’s how the shadows land in your iris’s grasp that defines what you can later say you saw How’d it get this way? They say time don’t wait Have we lost our way, or are we just moving slow? Casual day…casual day I used to make out with the clouds on the daily I expected to see the sunshine all the time, and was hit hard when it got rainy She pisses on me cuz I used her carelessly I see that I now see how beautiful she was And I wish with all my fortune that she’ll let me kiss her every once in while But now when I kiss her, she bites my tongue and I can see it makes her smile But I get it, and I really do miss it I’m an asshole; this wretched ground is my sailing tombstone And though I may never in my life feel the same way I got the comfort I can just look up and see her every day How’d it get this way? They say time don’t wait Have we lost our way, or are we just moving slow? Casual day…casual day Sipping from a glass half full of empty It could’ve easily been full still, had I not given into what people expect me But I expected myself to eventually let it affect me I wish existence was blissful so I could just meander through the land and harness reality by the fistful But while I wish for all the things I know I could’ve possibly felt I just got to keep in my mind that so does everyone else If life were perfect, what would there be to die for? If we all knew our purpose, what would there be to strive for? I got today, and while it may not be amazing I might not have another, so just live what you got…take it How’d it get this way? They say time don’t wait Have we lost our way, or are we just moving slow? Casual day…casual day

I got my habitualistic rituals I’m a sharing man on an errant path with a vacant mask on my mindless tasks that involve devotion, but lack any motive But regardless, stones were cast I define the piece of regularity no one admits to They don’t give a shit, too We’re willing to compromise our intelligence for booze and tits But where’s the relevance in that shit? Well, I’ve always been better at thinking than talking Always enjoyed loneliness and the inspiration it brought me Nobody taught me sociality So, now I boast reality I always equivocate my words to hide that I speak with ambiguity So when it comes to music I become a victim to bigotry I hobble and try to extrude exuberance I used to fake high spirits, and I’ve felt fucking stupid since I’m slowly being strangled by these tangles in my halo Teetering off balance by residing at separate angles But with a sun and a moon adjacent to my placement This is my life to face Obsessively overloading the basics They say money is the root of all evil Then why the fuck is it here, and why the fuck do we need it? We attempt to show contempt with the proper consent But more often than not become condemned My reflection looks like a mosaic painting Stitched by DNA strands and the colours are fading I try to make sense to make sense of it all… 나는 아이들을 매일 먹는다 (- what the fuck?) It took a lot for me to pull my mind out of that sheath I now know there ain’t such thing as good grief And I am not afraid of dieing Pieces of me die all the time I haven’t got a nice thing to say about anyone except the one who caught me staring So I walked away We exist merely as an alignment of breaths Sometimes I think life is just something that distracts us from death I’m slowly being strangled by these tangles in my halo Teetering off balance by residing at separate angles But with a sun and a moon adjacent to my placement This is my life to face Obsessively overloading the basics

The early bird snickered that I missed the worm But the bad luck of the early worm was my major concern Cuz the morning ain’t friendly to insects like me I’ve been sucked in me Caught by creatures reaching for the horizon Why am I trying to please the populace by rocking it when I could just as easily get by watching it? I’ve seen it before Some make it happen Some watch it happen And some say, “Did something just happen?” Now I could climb trees and live my childhood over But I’d rather grow branches and be that tree I used to see inside my dreams And though the chances are low I’ll ever equalize the pressures on this globe beneath my feet I got to keep on trying to conquer my fears And I know the feeling that it can bring Cuz if there’s anything I’ve learned in my 17 years It’s that the best things in life aren’t usually things But alas, me and you both fall victim to materials We’ll sell our souls and use the profit on some toothpaste and collared shirts It’ll take away your halo, but it’s okay though Wait, yo… I live my life knowing ain’t nobody sent me I write what I feel; you can sue me if it’s empty Consume me if you get me, some might But when the bugs in the attic multiply we gon’ see who’s right These wings are almost stubs now It’s my fault tho, I ain’t fluttered them in a while Once a snail, but a slug now So I talk to compensate for my lack of shell I’ve always been mostly concerned with me Cuz ain’t nobody else on this planet I got to worry about having to be So I’m a compartment with a heart and soul torn apart And when they connect it makes a sort of art that deems perennial, but never centennial The many old meanings apply to your own mind That’s the beauty of interpretation Carefully placing the marbles atop the upside shot glass Let’s see who can talk last Man, I could move the crowd I could move the earth But I’ve always prioritized moving myself first Yesterday is but a dream, tomorrow but a vision I try to dream of happiness to fuel a vision of hope of which to stem my decisions All the pills people take It took a long time to understand not every night can last all day I like being high, but that shit don’t necessarily make you inventive I’d rather be brutally honest than gently deceptive Rather die hungry than swallow my pride I want to rest in peace, or rather rest in peace of mind I’ll orbit my ego with a burning desire till it cooks And maintain my mendacity’s elasticity until it sits in me well These wings are almost stubs now It’s my fault tho, I ain’t fluttered them in a while Once a snail, but a slug now So I talk to compensate for my lack of shell I’mma pump the piston till the motor propels I knotted the shoelaces until the giant fell I’mma metamorphosize the sound into art I’mma build me castle just to tear it apart These wings are almost stubs now It’s my fault tho, I ain’t fluttered them in a while Once a snail, but a slug now So I talk to compensate for my lack of shell

Hey, hey, it’s hard to maintain The big picture, when your eyes are the frame And we all know when it rain it pours Can’t tell me nothing unless you been here before Watching the dawn with clear optics, yawning I see a blue sky littered with grey blotches They say the sky is the limit Rather keep my eyes on the sky and my feet on the ground till I’m finished But I’m a lightweight, what’s done is done Can’t hold my liquor, don’t even want to hold a gun I wear my dunce hat like a halo, it’s okay tho I mean, considering the circumstance The pessimist complained about the wind The optimist expected it to change The realist adjusted the sail And me? Well I was just afraid that it was going to rain Pain’s a distraction And true peace cannot exist when people hate things with a passion You’ll bite your tongue while the woodpecker pecks And you’ll foot the blame when the wood finally splits Hey, hey, it’s hard to maintain The big picture, when your eyes are the frame And we all know when it rain it pours Can’t tell me nothing unless you been here before The big picture doesn’t fit in my frame Still I hang it on my wall just the same The truth hurts, and the truth is – lies hurt more Reality is worth maintaining And you can bet Stars only exist in the sky so nothing really goes to my head Still wondering if it was worth what I fought through This is my wick, go out in flames if I want to All work, no play transformed jack from a dull boy to a working man I found the well and I propelled myself Now I’m stuck at the bottom and I’m still a thirsty man I’ve been called beautiful and ugly Spaced out and crammed An idiot and a genius So I don’t know who I am? I could keep searching and let it stem pain But I’d rather widen my frame and maintain Hey, hey, it’s hard to maintain The big picture, when your eyes are the frame And we all know when it rain it pours Can’t tell me nothing unless you been here before

It started with a shiver, a product of the concepts I deliver Never expected the fishy-drinking habits to kill my liver Wandering alongside the flock with a pocket full of condiments thinking, “I’m just a by-product of a broken condom” And I’m a warden with a sword and stone Borrowed a poem to hoard the clones, and the more I throw the more you catch Which is why I forever dispatch and adapt to the patches of gratitude you put over there I’m fully prepared to murder for the colony It’s my susceptibility to the artisan’s delivery that’ll kill me probably Haunting me The crop can circulate the mothership and rise Because all fine thumbed animals can learn to climb And if you’re burning mine, I’ve yet to offer any more than my yearning mind How about them apples? Fuck a spirit; I got a thumping heart that palpitates alongside my rhymes And my findings align, and my optics go from brown to black The founding facts are the stimulus to my modus operandi initiation Blatantly existing; accepting reality after reality I’m just a future ghost Spooked by my reflection It implores me to pucker, and muster up enough nuts to smile I must defile the long lost routes along the rusted miles to my entry Identity crisis Plowing through disaster With a spirit so strong that it’s bending the vice grips Ending the ‘ice fits in the tray’ I ain’t got enough energy nor motivation to play today… I put the fun in dysfunctional I’m that split second dilemma that led to a sun combustible Born with a heart of steel, but it’s getting rusty So I attach myself casually to the battery and get fresh Shut my eyelids for a while and witness the dreams flocking All just wishes ended with shallow stockings Why me? (Why me?) My life appears perfect third person, but inside I’m a ball of impurity A vermin with burnt certainty Curtained behind third degree trips Amplitude ascending my mood Looking down at the people as my thoughts balloon Kind of hope I’m coming down soon… It ain’t all love, its confusion and a waste of time Now it ain’t all love, its confusion and waste of time It ain’t all love, its confusion and waste of time But it ain’t all love, its confusion and waste of time It ain’t all time, its confusion and a time to waste It ain’t all waste, its confusion and some time to love It ain’t all confusion, its love and a waste of time (It ain’t like its anything worthy of your distraction) I will scurry and try my best to collect the shards of all those broken homes I will hurry and die if I must, you deserve entirety of bliss, and not just the frame And we both know that… So you say these things; all worth money now drifting off This is the “who are you calling something?...” That’s nonsensical, penetrable Laugh off-able… but dissolving inside of these words I caught Urine and Ichabod Moseying my allegory, stories suspended inside thin meaning And I’m flooding my thoughts towards all of the times I been overhearing… (The purpose is gone now) And I’m bleeding And I’m leaving I’m no longer here… I float, while everyone around me’s busy drowning I float, while everyone around me’s busy drowning I float, while everyone around me’s busy drowning I float, while everyone around me’s busy drowning I float, while everyone around me’s busy drowning I float, while everyone around me’s busy drowning I float; the buoyancy is determined by more than the potency It ain’t science (just words) A treasure box without a locket or a key, just imagine Imagine a happening that practically was a disaster But magically morphed into epiphany I ain’t crazy or even deep I like to think, it’s that simple Amuck a stuck planet of people whose main concerns drift in alignment with obstacles called friends Ain’t concerned with the line that divides wants and needs So I just wander the planet dropping seeds Simply to watch the trees grow, even if it’s slow And live longer than me, if you know what I mean… (Know what I mean?) (I don’t know where I am I can’t be lost Cuz I don’t know where I am…)

I used to sit on that tire swing for hours pretending, that I didn’t exist Reality is just a word when nothing feels real I’d say poems in my head about the sky, keeping tempo using the veins inside my wrist I used to have nightmares Nightmares I’d never wake up I still haven’t awoke from that last nightmare I had All I ever asked was to not be stuck I hear voices; they tell me I’m going crazy But I ain’t listening to _____ _______ no more So don’t worry, I’m fine (Don’t listen, he’s lying) I’m tired of this existence I’m falling through In the end I’ll probably perish in solitude And I’ve grown to accept the fact I’m going nowhere And fuck man, I’m so scared