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So that was the situation, incubation against the rotating hands the audience- round table span, linger in heed of dialogue designed to this common center of the souls, the vocation stand foreign eyes await inevitability, character- breathing fireballs Written off as a mythical creature, because life flipped a role started as an anxiety barrier, but this anomaly become normality It hummed formality, as the distress widened, I itched to fold and then at the very moment I scratched, it begun this allergy As irritating as it must have been, I had to go back for more it festered my soul, with no nostrum for this subdued posture It could win me an Oscar, best performance as I smacked the floor I never act to snore, it controls all in this unglued Opera So I'm here, with these strangers hanging onto every single word my life organized in their journals with scripted illustrations Depicted as patience depletes and it's etched in fickle terms how this could possibly get any worse & if instinct is a wasteness? I feel subtle in this atmosphere, here for some coping feedback or to focus in fact, can't help thinking it's a fictional anecdote Ran my lips too far, its not too late, oxymoronically evoking retract assuming how the masses will brand me- the analytical antidote Atleast 3 of these onlookers have strolled in my Reebok Classics so their outlook on my burden is surely a pre-empted conclusion Sharp points of view aren't considered intrusions, they're answers! even the solution to rewrite the enigma of my retentive confusion Hoping this ringed diatribe has me seeking for the karma in dreams I must admit I reckon we're in full flight on this mayday evening Everyone's giving me reasons to be a hero against our arch enemy But I don't know what to think, this being my first AA meeting |
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