i'm sitting back looking at the past listening to rap
music they say it's 'that crack music' but I know better because
we are forever reading off the lines on the lines that rockstars sniff snort sing
but we just puff like dragons
throw back a few and
nothing compares to the high that i get off of you and it's smooth because you get off on me too i'd say that's love, wouldn’t you? it’s true
but I digress as I undress my state of mind within the continent of time i am a criminal in the making
it’s only 7:14 and the night’s mine for the taking but
i feel rest-less i can’t live this like i used too
this life’s become untrue – too much space with too little room to
be
i’m craving cramped spaces having too little having to make it all out of will of the mind
it’s a sign of the times that just doesn’t do
it for me anymore

I’m “home.”