Talk fast of what I ponder harder of breaths that grow shorter
mentally hyperactive visual absorber, a vocal recorder
minus the understanding, the order, just a deficit disorder
over stimulating direct-ion to an alternating invertor
back through a convertor, for a lobotomy of thoughts murdered
so fall asleep to dreams with dark figures inserted
shadow bastards to hopefully keep me alerted.
Just go with the flow, just row row the boat
upon the stream of grounded seams of what was knowingly wrote
for maps are just notes of adventurers quotes
on their words we float as I sink with my slit throat
unable to speak in proper context but still I'm devote
to a non conned texts of my defected vote of my unique antidote
my perpetual scope, who helps me cope
to who I try and promote above my printed raincoat
and that's my tongue tied ride of hope.