Stream Of Consciousness
death bespeaks to me movement to stillness change
deterioration entropy rot recycle time and its lacking
speaks to me of no more speaking no more breathing no
more interaction no more awareness beware!
flail and fend off and find your place fix it in your mind so you can find it again reel and rock and canter and trot
caper and plot but move move move and come back home again dont know a firm philosophy and religion I don't
abide I roll along and make the best of things and occasionally rage against the sky
