I was on a little hitch there
A little off balance
Or too sturdy maybe
I was just lost
A little, confined
A little, pro twined
A little, sick mind
Unable to choose between my mind or you
Lazy with my manufactured words
Caught in myself
Spoiled in myself
Pissing out my mouth
Unable to choose between my mind…or you
So either outcome will be one-sided
My mind agreeing with your mind
And it is not until your mind has forgotten me
That I realize the two must work together
Like a factory
Pumping vital life juice (RHCP)
Making the world go round
I choose my mind
And I choose inadequacy
In its’ hitchhiker’s aura of victims
 
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