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lirik lagu no mind, no matter – arze poetic

“let me understand this.. cuz i don’t ** uhh ** you know ** maybe it’s me, i’m a little f*cked up, maybe.” * tommy devito, goodfellas (joe pesci)

where do i begin?
or is that not the question?
looking at the slab
that my craft becomes etched in

haven’t been impressed with
lasting impressions
halfway to death
with a flask full of estus
passive obsession
captures my essence
dormant ’til i’m left with
the wrath of the restless

madness of methods
abstract and eclectic
challenge the skeptic
when patterns are desolate

package my breath in
a bag of intentions
unzip up the contents
trash the investments

write it off, as needless expression
prematurely end it, like an incomplete s…
never give thoughts enough time for digestion
enter my head, fast travel to the exit

haven’t been the best with
managing perspectives
staying on task
or finishing objectives

stuck in the trenches, gem in a cesspit
subverting all hints or glints of iridescence
time is of the essence, i don’t want to spend it
second*guessing words, focused on imperfections
indebted to the reverence of the message
of which these letters are the legend
(x2)

prepare the parcels for departure
set another waypoint, mark another marker
i could hit targets with the ardor of an archer
if i dismiss the cracks that are tarnishing my armor

my mind is a daedalian construct
held within it is the freedom that i’ve locked up
focus given to limits of my conscience
but even in a labyrinth, freedom is an option

concerned with what i should or shouldn’t write about
i should pop off the cork and get the lightning out
opportunity will never be tied and bound
it’ll chew through rope, if you don’t strike it down

make deliveries, shipping through serendipity
splitting through the limits of my wits and sensibilities
emitting imagery in the form of torrid soliloquies
metamorphing more metaphors through the course of my history

shapeshift sentences, formative abilities
evade this negligence, born amidst futility
what isn’t released is energy stored inwardly
when i forget to plug into my heart with the auxiliary
debating on whether*or*not it could be
the fact that i welcome distractions complicity
call it how i see it while i live and breathe
are we all f*cked up, or is it me?

is it the former, or the latter?
is existence an endless ladder?
no mind, no matter
open up my mind to what matters

- arze poetic

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