someone who'll be an outlet
in which i can actually express my creativity
someone who doesn't seem so artificial
who doesn't fill conversational voids with dull
and useless small talk which creates no progress
don't always be fixed towards the west
when you speak to me
as if something over there was interesting
want to tell you you've got no soul
three weeks pass - the bread grows mold
no one took even a slice
zombied-out conversations must be some price
i'm paying for something i can't remember
nothing's happened since this past september
EVENTS MUST UNFOLD before i explode
stories must be told which grab my attention
and leave me in states of suspension
stories must be told with both bold and sublime courage
that i've never before had the pleasure to take in
i'll rake in numerous conclusions
becoming so engrossed it's considered an intrusion
on the story-teller and their entirety
i become them, entirely
for the best brief moments
i'm a resident
of your mind
mind
behave
while i'm here, save
me your paranoias and fears
looking only for how you interpret what you currently hear