Delusion

I'm infected, I know for sure, there are magic realms out there,

Where many things, are partially real, blasphemous, and chaotic, but allowed,

I just wonder, where I am, what’s in the air,

What rules, this place follows, can a man, who has fallen, stand up, and go to work again,

Like a normal man, there are laws in place, here,

I'm just, not sure if that’s what you want to hear,

The gentle slope, should I follow it down, hell's gates,

Is this the truth, there’s some sort, of joke in the air,

Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

The universe, can honestly, contain a lot,

The night sky, covers everything, maybe one day,

We’ll explore the void, create, kingdoms of our own,

But Earth, is still a functioning machine, although,

It must, abide by art, it still seeks, to expand,

Its shadow, its light, is cast, on many dimensions,

Ghosts, haunt, many, forsaken lands, but what’s this,

A heartbeat, the matrix, multiplication,

My father above, are you still working?

Procrastination

Is reality still a thing, or is everyone dreaming,

Skip, one, two, watched too many seasons, three, four, Skeletor, consequences, karma, catching up with me, my selfishness, how far, I'm willing to go, to Afghanistan, make a home there, meet the harem, something, something, not my business.

Reprimand

Is it still processing, what’s active, the cookie, crumbling, the sky's tight asshole, my piece of the pie,

I'd like you to go further, I'm falling,

A dream echoes, what reality had to be,

What it looked like to me, excuses.

Cigarette Break

Some sort of joke in the air, the possibility of a dream,

A cloud, something I want to be a part of.