Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Subject to your crucial Judicial Review.

Split my brain in two,
succumb to residue,
there's nothing left to do,
but ride the wave that's overdue.

Entered proposition to,
crucial judicial review,
Who flew? Few knew!
Blamed it on the flu. Phew.

Too close for comfort.
To bend my stable view.
What I once thought was true.
An obscured version of you.

Will they find the final clue
in a city in peru?
Mistaken shaman laughter
and a fear that grew.

Is it time for the debut?
What to do, what to do, what to DO?
A single conscious world view,
turned out to be dejavu!

And here I was ready to renew.
And here I was ready to break through.
Subdue, persue, it was all untrue.

Look up to the sky and I only see blue.
Look all around we are stuck in a zoo.
Attached as if I were mended with super glue.
Mix things up and they call it taboo.

Would you?
Seep through?
Start a new?
It's all subject to your point of view.

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