Ramblings in the mirror

Ascending with the trails of the youth

spell it out for me as I do-

do nothing but sit and stare

and you know who you are

and I know what you do

see right through the cloth

and the slimy shadow too,

so the ants they smell and kiss and tell

finding innocence in cleaning up our spew

not needing anything from me or you

or your beliefs or your deceits too,

spin me around Im sick with disease

mosquito's sucking poison from over-thinkers

and sharing dirty needles of greed,

red is the color of excited wounds

like a bee shrouding the harvest moon

and to nothing my avail

and nothing when Im home

and nothing to help out

my selfishness is no doubt

lingering on and on and on

because its not there and it should be,

broken expectations of what needs to be,

this just can't be, somebody wake me,

and this god is a must, and this god has trust

in our ability to sway perfection,

to build a machine that hates you would be embarrassing

blame something valuable and report it,

find something valuable and extort it,

this is the way, this is the way,

this is the way its been and should be,

to stop progress, to slow down,

keep it simple, keep it light, keep it dark at night,

get some sleep, let it be and move on to lesser things-

at ease soldier, at ease and just be.