we’re all under some sort of impression

and when it comes down to it

you've got empathy

and sympathy

you've got the symphony of love

you've got the inner jitters

for the bones of the bitter

is it to tarnish the mind

or develop it?

we’re on a trip

we’ve already crashed a few times

we're on a spaceship

we’ve already smashed a few lines

or rolled our notions in a spliff.

intoxicated

on bits of the brains

you'll learn a few times

cabernet surely does stain.

to reminisce the child's bliss

of my first kiss

to a wine glass

you’ll never know

what you’ve missed

when it’s all the same.

we’re all on drugs

some come in capsules

others in vexations

it's a world full of alterations

either hesitation

or imagination

with all the ruinous pride

where do we find creation?

can’t they just tell me

where to find my blood

is it in the psychedelic squares

or is it deep in love.

we depend on the restraint

to nourish us

it’s an alteration on its own

and it far from worries us

because it’s the system

that's been sewn.

life is meant to evoke novelty

we’ve been searching so long

for this honesty

and if all this time

we had known

there would be no stories to tell.

it’s about going somewhere

to stand on the other side for a while.

it really is nothing more

than an impression

if anything, the proper word

is suppression

to do it deliberately

is the eye of the artist

the obsession.

it seems to be

that what we need

is never in two eyes

x

This poem is a part of my poetry collection “don’t look for your own head” available online at amazon, barnes & nobles and indigo.