Meeting Point

like manon bannerman, knew leavin was certain so took a hiatus

final paper, missing a body and a thesis been far from my system, like from mercury to venus

But i'm a different route, mental betterment route, It's like being stuck in a maze and i can't get out

actions say otherwise, im a fucking loser in this daily fight, preventing me from gaining the ability to rise

katseye internet girl caught me adrift, like an oldie catching up on the news that i missed

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles, four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

the reminisce stops me from the moment, strips me from freedom and grabs me into the dark

im just a sad sapling waiting for my redemption arc

drinking from the aftermath of the present, pull that action from the front and transform my entire state into a adolescent

My consciousness was stuck in the abyss, before we see it's hard to live

from the reality setting in, my mind immediately characterizes the moment as a unforgiveable sin

trapped in a cage, break down the bars, the cellmates all have a parade, the only noise i recognize is the mental decay capitalized

i preach ways to be better for the future and beyond, but when I think back to my youth, growing up was as gross as barf and im not very fond

shit im not lying about the words and the context, but fuck finding the truth don't wanna know what comes next

keep my wanting ass in the beginning of the story book, i'd rather drinking coffee at starbucks and then to the nook then to take a closer look

blocked every artificial intelligence account in the database arsenal, rather than facing what is ahead, imma park my black ass in the ticket booth engaging with consumers at a carnival

 

got a telegram message from my old self, he smiled as he reveled in mediocrity

smiling like a fucking idiot covered in glee, never knowing that this mental state would be eternity

it's giving quentin compson, all trapped within the constraints of recollection

streaming kool and the gang in the twenty first century, your choices mark legacy and mimic necessity

scarfing down on leftovers while binging nickelodeon in my yesterday's underwear, might scream nostalgia, that shit don't deserve a fanfare

the timeline is not linear, keep throwing the ball but never alerting the receiver, the mental state is collapsing

my stuffed down subconscious from freshmen year bangs on the door just waiting for a pass to the present and now the noise is loud and i'm just now realizing

 

saw my instagram and had messages accumulating like a billion rejected guys on dating apps

yes i know that burn kinda slaps but im just gonna drink and take a couple naps

michael from the bad place had an existential crisis and denying the existence of life, burned down the realization to hide the real pain and strife

dressing up janet and dissing all the residents, man I would live in that neighborhood built by a manic free from oppression, sexists, misogynists

kill the present with a knife, see it as a enemy, it isn't so bad when it consider it a part of your incoming company

laser eye focus on the task at hand, but i feel a thumping pound like sound in my brain filling up with demand

exhaustion hits and pull back the drapes, my past and present self at war, while the anxiety rates accelerates

eat a chicken and that means that you hate gays, drive on the right lane and it means you're stuck in your old crippled ways

get a thin white waist and you love global warming and think politics is a waste, you can't live in the present moment so you dip and quit without haste

begging for a break, life does not wait for you, might want to eliminate all that amount of food on my plate, and return to a peace state

while you sipping on that nine dollar cocktail you bought from the gas station, the planet is polluting and trump is fucking corrupting our nation

i think you'd like my song emerge, it will give you the urge to diverge, cause all you've been doing is being distracted and totally swerved, i'd rather see you strutting on the runway completely served

so you have the nerve to state that life sucks, yea i might agree with you but your landlord is asking for a large amount of bucks \

called rent, rent, rent yea and the price went up during the time you spent, whatcha gonna say to the man, don't make plans to teleport and turn this whole-ass exchange into a battle of the landlord

the society that ones call a norm, is calling you to come up a storm, rise up like the branded toilet from that one netflix show, capitalize and familiarize on the opportunities that rarely rise

temptation comes from the tongue on the one that calls itself the devil, nah not the one wearing prada but the one that kills souls, not in a cute way by stilettos

causes complications and distractions from the two sides having a battle in the conscious mind, i feel like im tied to a rope literally in a tight bind

it's giving tug o war, that childish game should be ceased and called nevermore and get your ass off the floor

my lips has no effects on these beefing knuckleheads, im thinking i should intervene and get ahead but that thinking alone seems like a bad idea and that is what i fucking dread

 

replied to that old self that i thought died, he ran off the timeline and had time to hide and get well acquainted and gentrified

the now me is quite content, but the other me is pushing me down and it doesn't wanna comprehend

pictures the entirety of life on the edge, one more mistake and falling is evitable, off that ledge

looking through my old pictures tryna delete google photos, from this action alone i need the method of persuasion known as pathos and amigos

from what i see, love the fundamentals of this asymmetrical community forming all from a deity, yea i took the time to study

the other me can't see the progress that exists, just want the memories to carry on and persis, the can't see the broken bars from the cage

he can't see the possibility beyond the yellow brick road, stuck in your wicked days, look ahead and prepare to be amazed, it's the excitement that makes my tongue water and bite down my envy, that is all i really crave\

 

damn, heard the smack from around the world, that tall muscular wanted to be fucking heard, absolutely no word

like icarly, pulled the hair back from the twirl, we both in our content states and don't really care who all participates

the me stuck in his ways has a point that looking backward has value, know your background and your worth, it's telling you not to discontinue

other me in the body of the moving mind and the flowing blood, don't lose sight of what's important and not be stuck in the mud, the global landscape is in danger of collapse, it's not a pretty sight not worth the box office success story projected on the cinemax,

very tempting to look back on the brighter days of before, but as a former basketball player you don't need to see the past sets to know that you're about to score

and if it ends horribly so what, what you understand before is irrelevant, the demanding habitat is needing to be fed, at this point we are speaking to a room full of shitheads and the system is broken and we need new presidents

do not let the flesh destroy the embodied potential and blessings all given by the one, he died for you and gave up his one and only son

yea you two will never get along, but the human body knows it's three individual elements, up the size of elephants

been tugging the brain and the body apart, but listen with your ears and feel the beating of the heart, stressing and annoyed by your action and effect, been stepping on territory, choking out the neck

live with no regret, fill your inner world with excitement for what is, move out of the way i'll grab the equipment

got some tools in shed, made up the bed, who is looking forward to facing the changing land that moves like waves and has constraints like the workings of a waterbed