awake
• Written by Erudite
It's out of control/ can't console ya
I met a controller/ that sold a
game that I couldn't play
give me shelter, I'm astray
on a different path
subliminal aftermaths
add to the facts/ that I can't subtract
I made a point now I'm exact
in my position, checkmate opposition
optimal optimism, in my optical prison
I opt to sit in, listen to the tick tock of living
till it's time to be a wake and
in life's ocean I'm surfing till awakened
awaiting with patience
a calming sensation
now we at the wakes end
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Erudite
Member since August 25 2014