What is a life unlived?
A presents without presence?
A being without being?
An observer without stake?
It is all and more.
Existence, the infinitely exquisite experience of being
Here in the center of my web of perception from the edge
Capturing all around, infinite senses within me abound
Fly Like and Idiot
Wake up all and smell the rotten stench
The stupid cretin still won’t give an inch
The day it dawns on crises great and small
I rather die than give that moron his wall