Switching lanes

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Human remains. Ruined in flames. Fluids of Dirt and grime mud on my name. Refined triggers. Like a gun that goes off takin aim. . Stuck in a frame. Got cut off. Index finger. I point at you. Switch lanes
Funny money hungry carcasses. Wheres the positives with stone faced goblins that came from goddesses. Look for yourself.
It's in there. Under self help. Regardless its. A wishing well. And well let me use my pen and be a teller. A tender letter. Handwritten. Note. I hope you know. When its it wrote. Fine scripted. Anolog ink dripping. Just for the hope that it might make you listen. Get ur skull itching. The future is what's for fixing. Weightless happiness is what I am missin.
What's been missing. In an instant Instantly all of a sudden its thirst quenching when I get to eye twitches . . consistent. Inspiration inside that's been dormant. Feeling like a door mat. Wear it all around like an ornament feeling fortunate to put the time in to praise the dorcil fin forested sphere around the sun we orbited and destroyed all fear. Flying fish cormorant coordinates fly accordingly ordinary. In order to do anything hard
Put down your guard. Face you fear and draw. The last straw. Last call. Put down the bottle and fill the Hallow and stop the wallow in the truck load of time your wheel borrowing. Stop following the past and get to pride swallowing. Supposed to be at work. But I think I am calling in I hear the snare calling me no more stalling and falling to sleep on my own possibilities.
Words I am spilling these. Words in a mess no regrets live in me.
I need a day to decompress. I am not depressed. I just want A few seconds to myself to fix this mess. My interest to be the witness to my own happiness and surprise myself. Rewire my health and make a heaven out of hell. Theres no bell to be saved by. Say goodbye to the bad guy. But those kinds of phrases graves dont stand by. I wont stand by and watch my own mechanics fail. Get de railed and bail from past times. Return to where my mind thrives. Practicing rhymes to past times. It's where I live free.