Simply sippin on this liquid medication called dreamer’s motivation.
I’m at maximum dosage.
I’m ready to push past the limits like rippin the end off a firehouse and flooding the earth with a new beginning. So many people got they faces lookin up, but they souls lookin down, they’re drownin, and provokin me into clownin, but the joke ladder is sky high and when I come down it, I’m disappointed.
It was all real.
Skateboard pop ups like kids picture books, and it’s shocking. Sidewalk surfing is a metaphor for how the collective view of God is- we’ll accept an alternative as long as it maintains the same concept.
Freedom abused.
The use of power powers the use of it, and what’s confusing is… we don’t worry about the source. Light Side or Dark Side, we just want the force, and our Lord is whoever most often appeases our perverted appetites. Trapped delight becoming unlit wicks for which there is no cure amongst the shadows.
Sippin on this liquid medication called dreamer’s motivation.
I’m at maximum dosage.
My exposure to negativity is vividly enhancing my vision- a snapshot of the heavens.
Glimpse of the future- myself framed in greatness.
I’m stretched out in my backyard reaching up to the stars to rearrange the constellations into warp portals for the sun to shine through the ages and infect thousands of generations with its light. The cost of the shine is the burn. The glory of the burn is the strength.
Laugh at me in my tent, as I vent, but I assure you…
As I gaze up at the stars- it won’t be long until I become one.
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