It’s takes two to three seconds for me to justify
How this world of mine came to that point I can’t no longer simplify
So much for the illusions and hopeful dreams of mine
Wishful thinking with a bottle of wine
Can someone pull me out of this thick blanket of water
That is full of delusions and sounds I just can’t utter
But there’s a part of me that also wished to just be drowned
In this eternity of sweet figment I have found
That for a moment, I can live with this imaginations
Successive thinking without any restriction or limitations
Continuously thinking how “this” should be “that”, without the word “not”
Fantasies in a written paper using my playful words as a knot.
words fall, you fall in 