Opaque as muddled thoughts

Clear as air is the path onward.
The void where it leads is endless.
Finite beings stare into the infinite
and imagine indefinite lives.
The end is the beginning is the end
again,
and matters myopic mire difficult
thoughts to fathom.
Thoughts of an infinite experience
bearing down on an atom.

Down but not out

Wishing I could be a boss again,
but I fucked up my flow this morning
and
I don't have my tools so I got no zen.
Gotta find some peace of mind
so I can win.

Can't slow down though that's
impossible,
Got money on my mind and I'm
unstoppable.
My survival was improbable.
But I made it and now I can't afford
to be a sloppy fool.

Time to get back to basics.
Time to do some pen to page shit.
Gotta get my mind right and keep my
shit tight or I might not survive my
next fight for my life.

On a Thai a beach

On a Thai beach,
watching the waves crash descend.
Far away from the doom that could
strike at any second.
We watch the sun set,
and know
we could be happy yet.

What's worse?

What's worse,

the inability to move,

or the inability to want to?

The second sadness isn't a thing you

can cure with shots or pills,

though it kills.

It is an involuntary choice,

to lose one's voice,

and to cease to believe

there was ever a need,

to exist.