in the name of mediocrity

Three days. three days is all we have

to get back to humanity

to get back to the realization
of dawn at night

is that possible?
to see the future in your palms
past your head of hair
through the thickness of your skin

it can be
it can be real and i notice that now
in your acquaintance
i see it all now

the wool away from my eyes
a free man
entity
no chains on my legs

i can walk again
breathe again
gain control
and live again

what can i ask for that can turn the tables on freedom
and not freedumb, but freedom
climbing a tree and picking the victorious fruits
they taste rotten, to a tender taste, yet scrumptious

this fruit we have is shared for what we need
trial and tribulations
pain and anger
living in the masque of another foe

to be the bottom of the pyramid
and now im up
up to do what i may or may not
and live a life of unrotten fruit

as the locals say
"it's tricky to rock a rhyme"
and i say i know
just find me underground

around, too fast to jump
without a limp
without that chain
without that mouth

so clean and narrow
so ready for all

i believe in myself, what you muster what can be
the words I type, the phones i answer
and the gold chips in my teeth are melted
like my soul

just away from it all
just away
from it
all

-Gg