My life is a Sunday

but i miss the music

theres something i haven't told myself 

the truth

i lost, i gambled, i walked the farthest 

symphony is dying

and the sand strings don't play

hear no anger, see no shy, feel no empathy?

magicians and mathematicians

holographic sensibilities

contained

tracing back to my fleeting moments

maybe in the 7th dimension

time will no longer be the thing

and i'd be de-morphed 

I am God and I blaspheme

prayers in doubt
existentialism
rev it up baby
see you, see yourself
untrue
my escape explains
believe
you is it!
present tense, a past, in future
nothing.