6am Freeverse by Erudite

6am diluted thoughts ruminating on ocean drops

In my Ark need that Red Drop before it rots

Planted my Self in my youth so where I lie

I could grow into that guy in the sky

Shifting shapes like I'm searchin' for proof

Don't matter how much evidence I give, they won't believe my truth

I matter just to exist and excel

Prima Materia with the pencil

Graph where I've led

Laying them to rest like I'm hypnagogia in my bed

It's a Tomb when I'm stoned

Not a perk of the Cola but it prevent's the foam

I'm firm in what I meant, that how I protect my dome

Not from the same cloth reaping what I have sown