The minds circulates anatomically
And the process of thought creates migraines and spasm
People stare at each other
While the stars ablaze the seemingly mad intellectualism
Everything turns to become
Another thought smashed against the driven concrete.
You look at me while I smile and laugh,
We both take off to Guanacaste in the middle of the night
To watch the waves and the sea at daybreak dawn
Death has never been this close
It just reminds us of our own organic bodies
That will one day disappear into nothingness,
An emotion’s an illusion,
Not quite confusion.
And we will never be the same,
Destiny changed our self-destructive ways.
Children and old men,
Will never know the adrenaline craze,
The metallic spurred moments,
The hysteria of dawn.
If just we could talk
And live this out everyday,
My mind would be contempt…
But my body would ache.
The far flung ejaculation
Would be a lost dream…
Or maybe it won’t,
If I could meet you again,
The sex and the smokes would cloud up my head,
It simply would be too much,
Just a little insane.
The present is weak,
I just wait for the day.
‘Cause my heart yearns for freedom,
And adventure… ok?
