On My Mind

A life in seclusion is better than living in an illusion, the only difference between the two is the face you know is the conclusion of many days spent alone versus reflections of a phone-nay what else is there about it left that I can say;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

I'm gonna stray because that topic I dropped is over and flopped, away I am going, next subject is friends that I'll stop, like to extend a warm welcome to those who stuck around and not those who pretend not to be found. Offensive, is the word I call a liar who compulsively destroys the bridge that we've both built with a verbal spray of fire; Dragons, are the sum of all those who are the ones who have enlisted, evangelistic nincompoops who get the story twisted. That there about sums up that subject in paraphrased detail, moving onto the next one, sliding along just like a snail;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

Futures, outlook endeavors on all our lives, the one we want we cannot get some, whereas the one we get we hide from. I for one never pictured this, I'm sure that's most of us anyway, unless you grew up in a money pool then the story might not be there to say. It's frustrating waiting with constant dictating the things that you want from the needs that you be hating, siphoning the dollars away eradication the ability to save a million clams or bones whilst creating hostility. Blam this is getting bland, so ADD come to me, with my power to think a billion things for you to all to read and see, next subject is the present;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

Presently I am depicted as a social outcast, at last a vagabond, hermetically I've sealed myself inside a doubtless bubble of which continuity spirals out of control my thoughts should be going viral, hit after hit, tired of spit landing on my face just because you feel the need to talk loudly and with a such vocation that none other can be heard in the endless sea of spew that erupts from your every which orifice especially the ones of your face, which I cannot look at anymore. Hows that for a run on sentence? Better yet the pretense, precursor to individuality can be summed up as a hidden duality of narcissistic inability to recognize reality for what it is, or what its worth. Time is up; next subject,  Money;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

So they say... Yes I'm going there, yesterday is actually today, which is also coincidentally tomorrow, which hasn't happened yet, there's not time there to borrow. Money on the other hand is actually infinite, yet finite as it is the definitive is contingent. Especially a special case can be made for the dollar, the thing that everyone wants, yet holds us back like a shock collar. Got it, want it, need it, find it, lost it, mind it, everywhere you go you need a buck just to get by, forget the days of yonder when beans could reach into the sky. Now you need a million dollars just to be the lowest of the rich, but a billion gets you further, less than that and youse a beech. I could go on for hours, but I dare not delay. I care not for elongations, moving on, and yet moving away;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"