Inside, sky gazing.

Recline 'pon the recycled lines
of a hammock unbound
a self entwined restful free thinking mind
making pictures out of clouds.

A view of the boundaries so easily redesigned, emotionally defined
a self-made interpretation internally founded, artistically grounded.

The long lost road.

Unable to fight the stripes of the drowned tigers
simultaneously derived from de-oxygenated synchronised divers
arise to flashing lights to enlighten the dogging, back-stood drivers
hijack, bye jack from here i'm leaving, can't cope with all this shallow breathing.

On the prowl now with the gasoline sound

yeah I'm dripping wet, seated, rolling on solid ground
either side river Styx where conceited nymphs line, dampness bound
seen one seen 'em all keeps the wheel aimed true, ignoring the background.

Northbound to a recognisable outlandish, heavenly outsider
guarded by a damned colossal hydra
headlights full beam to engage the acceleration of a self sacrificial collider
with the hope that the rite was right to land outside and to ever be aside, beside her.

What a funny little life I lead.

God I need constant validation to hell with my salvation
I'd rather listen to only those stuck in a similar situation
for a strangers collaboration offers a narrated liberation
a mutated education to teach a predestined moral dissertation
I need, to learn the internalisation of a formulated normalisation
an internal transmogrification towards external unification
to conjoin an ideation of an understood, uniformed justification.

Or just to earn an inauguration into the general population.