believe in the secret that has been told millions of times archived in bookshelves of those shallow desires and I sat down in silence, tried to visualise everything that is wanted to have in a life inevitable that it will come to me placing blind faith in self fulfilling idealist prophecy
then nothing happened so I went outside I tried to wade and not get wet, turning my back to the tide I thought prosperity was fated, setting the struggle aside then nothing happened so I stood with friends likeminded aligned
brightly patterned tourniquet wasting waiting for heaven sent here’s hoping predestined fortune is imminent conspired divinely to satiate
time and currency evaporates condensating for prophets, line pockets of fakes starving forsaken left behind empty plates crowded late on a debt spire kneeling beneath the ceiling material possessions won´t quell that empty feeling realisation of inversion, crushed beneath the weight of abstract value yearning
inspired to act, to aspire won’t wander lost in the aisles make difference, not indifferent find all the things we could try wanderlust beneath the sky