Classify
Classify
Nails of existence scratching whoever ever
not giving fear of an unpleasant intolerated ending
believe the word of life is nothing in a world of never
blowing candles out with sweet breezes of life-rending
a moving stance tickles the mind indeed
due one parallel everything right is wrong
what you see is just everything you've ever breathed
a vocabulary without words is just another song.
Making sense should always be a given mumble
in the existence where all is just another 1
an equation of interest might lie within another number
remember negative grains of 1 is just another way of none
to utter you know the right way, but choose the other
is just putting trust in picking a second pop-number's shape
to keep away from the harsh and individualizing gutter
which again is just another parallel, beginning with the word ape.
The non-raised progenies without names and shameful views
are the only ones to pick up the first time panorama number
with their non-judging fingers of curiosity, and chew
to spit out a wrinkled analysis by a fresh mind, having nothing to encumber
after all we do, the final goal is just always the same tally,
to run, bleed, duck and speed around the landmarks of existence
and for myself, being the one trying to classify to a wrinkled unique valley
I consciously subconsciously declare myself as just another perfect fit in, pierced by that second number's persist-lance.
"I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bars, but I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars!"