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Maybe this time its not about me. Maybe it has never been about me. Wheels of emotion turn quickly, you get motion sickness. Like you spent the whole day spinning with outstretched arms on the hot, dry grass, It's just a game i like to play to keep myself just below the surface, between breathing and drowning. Just a method to keep life filling and poetry flowing. I have climbed and fallen, climbed and fallen so many times. Drank, smoked, surfed, burned,wept, traveled, loved, lost, lived, died, lied, spoke, wrote, rejected, accepted.Maybe i have learnt alot, maybe nothing at all. I'm trying desperatly not to fall, but it gets so exhaustive hanging on. I want to relax here in this soul, i get tangled in a mass of wires, burnt by the sparks of fireworks, blinded by the jangle of lights, drenched by downpours, ruptured by bombs. I'm a spinning top under a waterfall. All around me people are slapping their faces, drowning in a sea of chaotic boredom. I cannot save them. I sail alone tonight. Long hours build walls of solitude and indifference. We all grow weary within these walls. I could be anyone, that is all. just anyone. You call my name a sound slipped from your tongue, a sound that cannot catch me on its thread. Letters are lucid, a river flowing like everything. Fiery smoke fills my belly, arise black panther, awaken. Release a yawn to shake the fibres of my bones, prowl through my blood, stalk my veins. The shadow seeps sleek through every pore. Arise to my eyes, overtake them with your cunning yellow slits, blaze. A fragment in my mind, what a scenario i designed. Time passes, emotion surpasses, then lapses. When you're already on your knees the closest way is down. Peace and revolution must lead the blind, but first give me back my sight, so i can see the path in light.