Wait for a while
Wait for sometime, quite sometime
Wait till the next moment in time passes by, wait until then.
Wait for a while.

Wait because there is something going on in the mind
Distortion of facts leads to disturbance of the thought process going on in the mind
Annoying seems the present moment in time
Still it’s always better to wait for a while
Wait for sometime.

Wait because there is something going on in the mind
What happened then at that point in time?
What went wrong?
What happened prior?
Whether it was a diversion, whether it was a deviation
No one knows
No one can tell
Except for you, yourself
So always it's better to speak truth to yourself.

Since there are so many things going on in the mind,
it's always better to stay firm upon something not only at the present moment in time,
but also with the passing moment in time.

Make sure everything is clear in the mind with regards to what is going on in the present
Once that happens, then from that moment onwards things start changing
Time now to proceed with what has been decided as of now in the present with regards to the present moment in time.

Once that gets decided, then no point in looking back
It’s time now to proceed with what has been decided in the present and specifically getting the same thing done with regards to everything going on in the present.

The glass of wine spins on sins
Encircling the royal roulette
All rotating on a hamster wheel
Pinned on canvas and illusional walls

So tiny in errors and unbalanced books
Unaccounted annotated distributions
Twisting hands on colluded coils
Deeper projections from the heart

An eruption of the social notions
Extracted on the paradise of life
For no truth echoes authenticity
Eccentrically finding a lived reality

Plato symposiums and simulacrums
Pavlov trails of social conditioning
Sampled in tented objectifications
Functioning within the invisible rules

We sniffle as we expose the false actuality
Reactive explosions from robust heat
Unloaded rods dancing under the moon
In our tenderness rejecting the paradigm

The ground is in shambles beneath me
Each step I take the Earth quakes
Bedrock shadows in their wake
Tremors pulsate in resonating song
Harmonizing the splitting migraines
Perceptions fail in this fallen Kingdom

The light swells in the timeless void
Eons and eternities cascade in flashes
Ripples of the endless forevers
A brain freeze, frozen purgatory
Inactions reflect on this broken plane
Distorted mirrors of yesterdays
Shattering slowly into the morrow

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Yet, people smolder every meaning of the word beauty.
Taking procedures in order to obtain this image of perfection, but it is right built inside of you. Believe it or not, whatever you need you got!
Reading this now with your eyes, heart beating to the sound of survival.

Educating yourself on how to accomplish revival because you are dead.
The laughter comes in sequences syncing perfectly to those begging for attention.
Revolt revolt!
Build a catapult to launch yourself away from here.

Lose yourself in all the sincere.
Perform a test to see if you're the best.
“You are defeat compared to the rest!”
Start to dress to impress when the prevalence isn’t up to par,
spending days alone at empty bars.

“Dare to make a move!”
“It won’t improve you.”
“You got nothing to lose!”
“Yeah, well how about your skeleton starting a rebellion? You’re yelling, starting to tell your children the beginnings of this addiction.”

It swallows you whole, your body is totaled.
Now, you’re in the rusting pile of traveled miles of rot...
Forgetting what you are what what you’re not.

Every single girl, he thought
he was deeply in love with,
one after the other
were opinionated mirrors,
only capable of unfaithful reflection,
interpreting him the way each pleased,
no two reflections, ever did coincide!

Where is the real him,
he always wondered
how fickle it all looked,
the place he stood by mere chance,
did make a difference, it turned out,
the dance, the dance, like one is made to walk
over the burning red  coal bed continues.

Appeal to their projections

Be a figment of their imagination

Fill the voids they can’t seem to fill in themselves

Fulfill their unconscious unmet needs

Give them the worth they crave from within

All of this, while being physically attractive too —

So attractive in fact, the projections get lost in lust and rationalisations