Hand-delivered meaning courtesy of air status-quo.
We secure it in boxes making sense of the world.
Those who find a fit win the best prize.
Is this an excuse for particular behaviours?
I hold dearly to a thread of paths undefined.
Independent thinkers awaken outside of the box.
Circumstantially we’re at risk to lose – or to have – everything.
I choose beyond measure, unsure if this includes us or boxes.
Creative people seek a place at the table through craft.
In diluted form of luck it drips to the masses.
I saw a photo I shouldn’t have seen
and whip back full of piss and vinegar
upset from the displaced context of things we see online.
I’ve outwardly changed my tune to cancel the noise.
No one will ever know the box I’ve built.
Shiny object or person of affection
game changer or playing games
I’ve since grown tired of hustlers and find no amusement in deriving deduction.
Gray is nothing until it is something, a social acknowledgment signed by both parties.
Until this is proven, we independently choose a path for truth
whomever the guide may be.
Time vested in nothing is a devaluing shade of assumption.
I ask why we burn through people, but maybe I’m the one who does it.
We want it all.
PS I’m not crazy