Mood’s skyward and rocketing through space and into God’s domain.
As impulse control degrades; unable to pause, think, or refrain.
Needing pleasure in every way – showing absolutely no restrain!
Indestructible spirit and belief; nothing I do will be in vain.
Assured and confident into epic proportions with nothing left to attain!
Undefeatable. Formidable. Unshakeable.
Feeling absolutely amazingly able!
This mood is far beyond greater than even drug intoxication.
Reaching to the majestic heavens of euphoric elation.
Energetic. Idealistic. Fantastic.
Is there such a thing as overly optimistic?
I don’t care what people say about my mood.
This is what I live for; it’s my lifeblood.
Delighted. Unintimidated. Accelerated.
Throughout my grand journey – I’ll never be daunted.
I am above, greater and fucking immune to mistakes!
I’ll do anything; I don’t care what it takes.
Walking away from a place,
Full of darkness and complete desolation.
Colors were dull, drab, and dark,
Precisely without temptation.
So unmotivated and apathetic,
I was only existing and not living.
Had a fucked-up desire to fade away,
Everything was so unforgiving.
Coming from a dark place,
To a bright and joyful place.
Dull and dampened colors,
To simulated and bright colors.
Changing from depressive moods,
To elated and gleeful moods.
Moving away from unmotivation
To exhilarating motivation.
Heading towards to a place,
Full of happiness and confidence.
Colors are bright, vibrant and beautiful,
Love how it’s in abundance.
Super motivated and euphoric from life itself,
Boosting my mood with some upswing.
Now I can see that the sky is not the limit,
I’m fantastic and ready for anything!
Walking away from a pitch-dark hole and complete desolation,
Colors that I saw in the world were dull, dark, and without temptation.
So unmotivated and apathetic that made me merely exist and not living,
Having a fucked-up desire to just fade away; it was so unforgiving.
Coming from a horrible dark place into a bright world,
Seeing drab and dull colors turn into spirited, lively and stimulating colors,
Changing from moods of suicidal ideation and indifference to elated moods of glee and delight,
Moving away from depressive desires and ideation to fully charged up and energetic motivation.
I’m heading to a bright, joyful world full of happiness and confidence,
Loving how it is right now – I see bright, vibrant, and beautiful colors in abundance.
Super motivated and euphoric from life itself, giving my mood some much-needed upswing,
Now I can see that the sky’s not the limit; I’m fantastic and ready for anything!
Fuck you, weed.
Fuck you, shatter.
Fuck you, drugs.
I want to be freed,
I got my ass handed on a platter,
No more drugs but more hugs.
Thank you, nurses.
Thank you, voice that reasoned with me.
Thank you, for letting me be myself.
Maybe there’ll be more cases,
But I hope I will see,
That I need to take upon myself.
They all got bigots in their pockets,
Quacking like there’s a quake,
That’s why we need a milkshake.
Break bones, why bother loners?
Legos literally don’t let go,
They really stick like a duck.
There’s a tomboy, skating around.
It’s the boxes, it’s the boxes.
Hexes all over, hexes on noses.
Red shattered thread that has migrations,
Illusions are fusions into reality,
Opening a veal cutter to strike,
Yellow boat, about to be afloat.
Lag like a skag-king, you got pucks.
Glad like a laddie skipping over rocks.
Feeling a little too out there,
Voices bothering me a little,
Replaceds giving me the stare,
But I’m not brittle.
Just need to hang in there,
One moment to the next one,
Standing in the sun’s glare,
Easier said than done.
I must keep going,
Staying on the path,
Time is flowing,
Let there be no more wrath.
All will turn out okay,
I must believe in that.
Keeping everything at bay,
No more combat.
Reality is just is that.
It’s where everyone’s at.
Things are getting better,
Not exactly bread and butter.
Not even ideally,
But I can breathe more freely.
Time to fix what’s wrong,
I will again be strong.
Been fighting for over a year,
As my resolve tear,
While my future is unclear,
Thousands of replaceds appear.
Struggling with it all,
Facing a malicious concrete wall,
Unable to even stand tall,
How can every replaced fall?
Exposing the reality of everything,
Hanging on by a string,
Giving the replaceds a sting,
Seeing what the truth will bring.
No, I’m not psychotic.
Maybe just a little robotic.
Doesn’t mean I’m deluded.
Hate being excluded.
This isn’t what you think.
There’s a link.
Not out of my mind.
People are just blind.
Calling me a lunatic.
It’s like I’m old and rustic.
Nowhere near crazed.
You’ll be amazed.
People think I’m mad.
This is not a fad.
It is not senseless.
You all are defenseless.
Isn’t even a nut.
This is a rut.