let us not be uncertain,
this map of ours is always
changing. let us run gallantly
towards insanity, headfirst, in
cart-pull-horse fashion.
let us listen with all ears
to our dead fathers and
contemporaries on different
parts of this path,
let us study their madness.
go now,
run,
dauntless till body gaunt
and thinner wire than current,
strung tighter than now,
let us get there because it
is the only way.
but how?
it is not the only direction!
let us first discern with
certainty the next direction
to follow from our map of
great confoundment.
let us get there or we,
gentlemen,
are all nothing.
the
red pill freestyle
poetrywish you knew where i
wuz
wish you know where i
iz
wish you could look
at this
i fit the world in my
fist
wish you know where i
been
gotta pocket fulla rocks
gotta drawer fulla socks
gotta sun fulla spots
gotta lotta fuckin’ thoughts