Between fictitious dreams
and a humanized reality
I’m fucked up big time
messed up indications
can’t tell what’s real from fiction
I’ve awakened big time
it’s time for an electrical vibe
one hard to describe
one they can’t prescribe
My thought patterns were messed up big time
my brain was growing adhesions big time
some kind of mental prison
it clouded my vision big time
You can either lose or you can win big time
you’ll commit a mental crime or you can climb big time
Poetry & Self-Awareness 