My mind reeks
Of the unprecedented thoughts,
And accumulated resentments and regrets.
I do not recall the blemishes,
I have scrounged all over the surface.
I do not repress,
Every inch of my fiber,
To squeeze all the goods,
And to banish all the bads.
All I know is,
All I can smell is,
How my mind reeks!

On the brink of existence,
I embrace.
In the bane trial of survival,
I pry and follow the trail.
In a mere coincidence,
I wish to see consistence.
And then I realize,
It is a tell-tale
I impose on myself.
A story I wish to tell,
But not a life I care to have.

I let my mind sleep,
-Breath,
At least sometimes.
Whenever encountered
With feigned minds.
The gullible and the cowards.
I let my body float,
Harness, at least.
Not by arguing for sophistication,
Not by giving in
For the collectively programmed wants,
And desires.
I. Just. Let. Go.
Roam through the minutes. Hours.
And I caress my enraged soul
And tell my heart
That time is not passing me by,
‘Cause I fly
While I pry.
And I do not cry.
Nor fry
I choose to entreat,
From that brain of mine
And I let the moment sly
For my soul to get by.