LEFTOUTSIDE

It’s the night of dreams,

The day of nightmares,

The ensuing knowledge that lives inside of you,

A song of despair that repeats over and over in your head,

Until a bedazzled wrench conks you on the head,

Reminding you that the finer things in life exist in the present,

Alignment is necessary as the wheels that drive you take you towards rough roads with unwavering sunsets that take your breath away,

Plug your nose and prepare for equilibrium,

Balance is an art form lost within the decades of capitalism,

Materialism the captain of our ship,

Own this, have that,

Everything you will ever need exists within the system that has babysat you your entire life.