Numi – "Say Everything!"

Say, hey there old young man. Pull up a chair and sit right here. Twist my ear tell me what you saw. I promise not to hear. What, nothing to say? Well that’s OK, anyway look into my eyes and never fret. Take a deep breath; never let them see you sweat. I can feel a lie at twenty paces and I wouldn’t want you to make any unnecessary compromise.

I’ll ask all the questions, you know right from wrong. Don’t make me have to press you and it will all soon be gone. How have you lived your life, before Gods wars and after your Amsterdam whores? Did you help build Pinks machine? Or were you full of intent just a little too green?

Did you hear how the little man kicked and screamed? Maybe, you just greased the gears to play your part? You should have pushed a plow and followed your heart. Either way, you’ve come to me this day. Who knows, just to chat, maybe to stay?

Who, how many, and what did you love? How did they feel about you? Does it really matter now, to me or to you?  Could you be different if you knew? I can see you’re Mama’s little boy, oh what a fucking joy! She was too young for you the roles had reversed. Simple lives with a simple mind don’t try to steal for you’ll surely be caught. A man like you cant afford the cost.

Say, hey there young old man. It’s time to send you back up to your favorite hole. Call for me when the darkness burns so bright, and you simply cant stand another second to witness how your heart and mind relentlessly taunt and fight. Push your way from under that rock you’ve made a home, and I’ll be watching, so keep your hands off your cock if you ever aspire to assume this throne.

Think of how you’ve complicated, mediated, medicated, affiliated and permeated. What you should have been. What? Don’t interrupt!! Conflagration and procrastination. Aggravated and adulterated. Exasperated, masturbated, introverted and became perverted. So underrated and excommunicated, when all you dreamed of was being collaborated. Seems to me you might as well been physically castrated in lieu of morally emaciated.

You yourself being of sound body and weak pathetic mind, I sentence you to the only punishment vial enough to fit your awful crimes! You are hereby ordered to suffer for the remainder of your time, the sentence of life by living!! In the freedom of material excess and silence of expression.

The next time we meet the conversation and penalties will not be so sweet. So drink up young old man, get high and forget a while if you can. It’s going to take a lot of help to get you back up on your feet again.

Do you really think if your dreams had come true, the sky would be a different shade of blue? If you could now change your present heading and course would caution thrown to the wind poison those who have followed you and supported your masquerade cause?

I can remember a time being so proud of you. In this life you were all but maybe two. Wailing away not sure what to do. Under an others control it was a wonderful venue. I tell you now they were just as confused as you.

I thought it much too easy, an apprentice so apt as young. But mommy would never say, please don’t play. Where did you go since these days grown so old? From whence you came?

Don’t follow me 1+1 may indeed =3

A Chance Meeting With Reflection by Numi is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

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