My dreams got me shining,
Like high beams blinding
Resigning my taste of reality
Flossing my living off fantasy
So I be looking that way
Hoping others seem to see it my way…..
Studying history, dissecting parts we play
Leaving out blemishes, that may cause sway
Steady pumping victory, not real costs at end of days
I was king, and also pauper, omitting lesser roles
Folding that which seems not to convey 2b victoriously posed….
Love of self, or so I sought, looking all over
Forever 2b for naught, as my eyes feast on plenty
Seeking out frienemies, to uphold my intention
Mad scientifical, just mental inventions, causing false attention
In and out of dimensions, amounting to sickening love growths
Spurts from spurns, leaving lovers concerned, that I seem to always burn….
Intellectually turned on to ego-manical manifests
Studying with the best, yet and still unable to fully confess
So I digress in abyss of something less truthful to digest
Faking real by devouring all 2b put in front that seizes “I”
Professing intelligence, which seems of little relevance in comparisons….
To the unknown that always and forever seems 2b, not exactly as it seems!