You might see the sights lining up although you are not the one pointing, do you run or stand stunned? Do you feel you are being shunned, what are they pulling these...
Tossing and turning, something is missing, why am I thinking of a fancy word like yearning? Thoughts that race from earning in a world that is burning, notes of ashes playing a sickly sweet tune branding flesh with its value. Thoughts that by now are quite trite, turn to my side. What about ...
There is a point where you realize it is pointless to keep talking, instead, you should only be reassessing the situation. Take it all in, calculate a new route, one that avoids deaf obstacles. Skyscrapers will prey on Mom and Pops, squawking over new zoning requirements, pecking at the skeletons of tenements.
Good thing I have untitled as a backup title since I would not know what the fuck to title the above. Someone told me a while ago that I have become disenchanted and I answered I wake up disenchanted.
In retrospect, there is not much I "respect" or "admire" to become disenchanted with so I guess I just wake up not giving a fuck but very much ready to rant like I do. We all have our hobbies.
Then your moment comes and you start out with a very abstract but not abstract piece of writing, it does not need to even be logical or open to debate. That ship has sailed and you realise you are on it. You can't speak, coins fill your mouth a pittance keeping your voice from listening.
Scream you think but no attempt is made, the ferryman will take the payment then your voice will return. Psych this is not Styx, this is an infinite ride, a pittance you will be provided keeping your value from reaching the skies.
Wide eye but quiet.
