Kalki Life is suffering When your friends spite your utterings How do you mend it, despite your discovering That friendship is a fickle thing We’re just little things Lost in space Belittling the moss we pace on As we crush microcosms We cough and stray on Without a thought to say As a species we should be tossed away, gone In this cosmic maze E.T.s probably watch us & often pray, they could possibly squash us But not today So we gossip over pasta & lobster Mobsters & imposters talk shit As we pop shit & swallow it Escaping through this hollow ship’s Gaping holes with grey souls We follow misfits & wallow in statistics Stay old at a young age Strung out in cages Some come out of their caves To discover amazing brothers & sisters Uncover the mystery of existence: We’re gifted with wisdom & free will Listen & be still I breathe with gills in this prison of greed & killings I bleed & its spilling into ink Instilled in you to think Of infinite possibilities Don’t be limited & lost You’re willingly mocking your abilities We could bask in our sorrows Or pave the paths to tomorrow If you crave wrath you can borrow some of mine Even in the summer time it rains acid In the slums of my mind, my pain lashes at me I pray to Laksmi, stray & bask in my pages’ math You can play & laugh, but I leave that to children I breathe data to reveal gems Still hem breezes in stratas Kill men that’re evil in status I believe in my madness Makes me see-through the sadness& the deeds that my habits made me do I’ll relax when Brahma’s day is through Stranded ñ when day breaks i escape leap to the night ... get away sleep when it's bright in the shade experience dreams that don't survive when i wake they just slip away like the rock biter's friends when the nothing took them away life is imagination there are no boundaries to what defines fascination curiosity ascertains the mind's gravitation without it how could data find its way in how would the empress hear what bastion's name is i'm peering past the same shit evolution veers and pathways shift trails branch but many fail to advance 'cause they don't have the vision to see just a blank stare or a pale glance only a few can feel it like braille hands such sight brings things together that nails can't events unfold at the end of the road new beginnings every end continues to gowhen the moon has risen i enter the true and living we pretend that we know so very certain even though we can't be certain what we perceive isn't a show people so easily believe what they never really could know it seems so silly but still it is so and many people who have disagreed have been killed as a result leave the children alone let them decide what they feel on their own your mind is the window sill of your soul it's okay that we're different why can't you just chill like it's cold relax like a critter's quills when it rolls that's better than your momma's pillsbury dough when stupid people travel faster than light they're still very slow...