Dreaming of better places
But only better for seconds
Only stiffer in the mind
As it denatures into wrong

Turning down winding roads
At bitter speeds
To shake off strangers
Because they're going where I am going.
For some reason,
I think they're wrong.

Electric sheep
On electric mountains
Beyond electricity
That's when I wonder:
Essentials aren't what they used to be
The basics are getting more complex
The complex is getting metaphysical
And the metaphysical becomes mundane
Or I am stupid
here's a logic proof for you.

I am a failure of mathematics
The basis of all my sciences,
no matter how much enjoyment
Or how little enjoyment.
My grammar is just numbers and equations
Abstracted by memetic drift.
Abstracted by etymological drift.
Abstracted by time, drifting.

It is the future already,
Hello, future,
I thought you'd take a lifetime to come here
When I wondered "How will I be when I am blank"
And here's the blank,
Just as empty as implied,
Just as fun as a dying cygnet,
And nowhere near as sad
Just rather just,
Just.

Dispensing justice is not a source of enjoyment
And you are not the source of karmic conditioning
If nothing matters in the end then the end is what matters:
If everything's nothing, then let's look for nothing,
Hello there fabric of space,
How do you exist if you're nothing?
The complex gets metaphysical.
And then it became mundane.

Strike me with lightning, Zeus,
and make it rain for a million days
Until I am consumed by rioting waves,
Or threaten me thus so I get in the boat,
"I'll shoot you if you don't grab the rope."

I wouldn't touch you on a dare. This was the moment where substance wouldn't appear, where idle superstitions would take over. My air guitar. Cornered. Every word, every act, every song, every life, I hope nothing works out for anyone. I had better friends, no I didn't. I am a pet, I am a tag along, I am too wide eyed to be a leader, and I am too bold (bald?) to be a greater follower. Some older guy with a motor bike picks her up after school?
My songs leak out onto a pavement. Could be a statement? I doubt it. Catch the apple. Corner me somewhere where I can't leave from an eye, where I am someone to pay attention to.
Here's this letter from NYU in my head.
Here's this letter saying I won't get a scholarship for fencing but I should apply anyway.
I think, I think I'll apply anyway. Hi NYU, wait for my letter, it'll only be three years after yours. Keep me on file.
I dreamed I was a fireman?
I dreamed I was a dream?
Stop me for the last two years I couldn't stop,
Ever since I heard "Peel it the ##### down" it's been peeling my mind.
Is it really good to be awake? When I dream boring dreams they snap me here, why am I the only one with boring dreams?
Or not.
But you're not here and I can never sleep come home so I can play the creep?
Todoodoodoo. Someone stole my mind,
It wanders to them when I am not around and I can never get it back.
Cops are scary,
they're potential threats,
If I make mistakes I'll end up like a neighbor,
I get lessons in how not to be a man,
But to be a man, that's the ones I never got.

None of these are worth anything. They're nonsense. They're therapeutic, but they're crap. They're crap, crap, crap, crap, crap.

I am no Kafka.
I never will be.
I think no one thinks at all.
End it like a plagiarist.
Wake me when you're through being ___.