About that receipt of deceit
I don’t want the dirty thing
Throw it away yourself
You silly ding-a-ling
I can’t figure whether
I’m ‘Living the Dream’
Or ‘Dreaming to Live’
But just as the weather, I simply forgive
Forget I cannot since I still have a brain
And an ever-chugging thought
C’mon, board and ride my train!
Even as I numb it something always still remains
Seems no matter how I scrub, can’t take away the stains
On this world-wide web of a highway, don’t see the overpass
In fact, no signs at all…Guess I’m gonna crash!
Into you, over you, and, eventually, through
It’s all gone clear when I haven’t got a clue
Maybe it’s a virus or cleverly disguised hack
A system of a down or an anxiety attack
To define, it’s as nailing jello to a wall
Sometimes it has common sense
Other times, no sense at all (But I’ll fall despite it all!)
For this mystery tour must go on
And I’ll walk tall through the hall of the Mountain King
While at the top of my lungs…SING!
The payment is to assist in paying back student loans.
Because I have only salvaged 41 original paintings from all the moves I've made, these will be available to buy for helping me get rid of debt and assist with my future endeavors as an artist/poet/songstress. There is only one of me and only one of each of these very special paintings. They come with the poem stuck on the back too! Get yours while you can!