drug me some noble notions
over elaborate, impractical illusions
guided by the list of missing people
to a dart field where I fail to hit reason
making passage through epochs of decadence
striding every world's corner, schemes redesigned
mountain of dead papers not so care about dead trees
yearning for myths, proud catch
I am the three-legged in sphinx's riddle
with the dispelled earth crawling under my barefoot
so alive, so immune to establishment
with fever in my soul I'm in a healthier shape
I haven't gone too far this is just certain altitude
a venture to the empty road knows where
adopted by evil God king born in dignified vice
named after the Goddess of Youth
total curse to the old tired expired justice
everyone acts like me but I can't get a picture of those
never enough to be just a single person
ignoring the luxuriously poor splendor
every tightened fist smells honey milk sugar gold
23 September 2009
(nothing's actually wrong when you're young)
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