Running through the fields of wandering thoughts
trying to find the missing link to life...
Holding onto a q that needs an A,
but without all of the questioning in between.
Find me straddling your thoughts to a T searching for the meaning of life;
however finding your calling card is my prompt to look even further into your universe...
Starving for knowledge of self
I crave you in every way, but wealth.
I am no mind reader yet I love to read your mind
and crawl into the depths of your cranium until I become victim to your
pain...
Passion...
&
Love...
Feeling lost in a mist of whom you are while being consumed into your hunger pains...
Feeding the monster the dwells in the corners that was starving from useless souls that amounted to nothing...
Maybe...
Baby...
I am just trying to be everything you thought you never needed...
That could just be a bit of me being insane,
but you keep me sane fitting in my Rubix cube full of knots.
Trading spaces with you
as vacancy calls my name
My third eye lies with the beauty of the beholder
So let me sit next to your soul and vibrate higher until the gods can hear our song.
About the Creator
Sean Martinez
Abstract third eye mind bender with a tact for cooking and travel.
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