Poy

"When joy fills the senses with enough power,
The faux permanence of dreary routine cracks."
Knowledge clear to jouls every minute, second, and hour,
But blurred to blols who need it all the more to the max

Wheel Bearing

As the rampaging wheel careens down such a deathly slope
Why do you, a single spoke, even have a glint of hope
Of bearing such a burden alone?

Make friends, Mothafucka!

Treading Holes

If the footsteps you now tread really bite your brain
Why not change directions? 't seems only sane
That to get out of trouble you simply opt
How funny it's you who never stopped
To look around at all the signs

But wait, perhaps there is another factor...

...perhaps you're a lazy ass.

Perhaps you only see this one path
So you don't have to follow the harder path out

Perhaps you're scared of change
Perhaps...

I don't know where I'm going with this, so

The end.

PS live

PPS life