Havent written in a while
Some would call me the loitering poet
Im sticking around the subject too long
I wont move on past this point
Im bound in eternal life and death
Hovering around the same topics
What is time
Why are you my master
I will break my chains and loiter further into linear time
Damn you linear time
You wanted me to move forward
I just wanted to move still
I didn’t want to move
I wanted to be bound to my bed
I wanted to remain until the headspace moved
All I had to do is move
I put a little boogie in my thoughts
I moved on from the way of thinking
Maybe im just on the second half of the two step
Ill just step back
Ill just go back to place and return to form
Ill just form clay in my hands and sculpt infinite possibilities
But im only given so much clay
How am I to move forward if the bane of me is to repeat
Ill repeat the words until they feel foreign
Ill repeat the words until I move to the forwardness of the past
Until I graduate college and get past the redundancy of equally boring living
Until I get a new thought that can reverberate through my new space
I want to maneuver through the matrix and arise in a pod and am faced with agent smith
I wanna capture it all on film so the cloud cant delete me and im stuck where I was and cant go back
I don’t wanna go back to where I was
I call out to god “I think I need your help”
I shock myself like its therapy to get rid of the thought
I will get him out of my mind by any means necessary
Ill pray to myself in hedonistic prayer until I answer myself
And ill forgive myself for falling off
I never want to fall off track but I got derailed
Im trying to arrive at the point but its nothing but an optical illusion
And the time itll take to get there will make me arrive at the point
And the point is dull its not sharp
And it told me to sharpen up
So I read every night to educate
I put Schopenhauer on the back burner for Malcolm
But ill come back Arthur
And so will you
But the sign reads “no loitering”
So I gotta move on for now