the party.

Friday beckons from above..

dressed up puppets gather at the center..
holding masks they dance together..
all these people look like clowns..
reminds me of those old good times..
where u would discover new places to hang out..
its a party of the world i live outside of..

i try to get near yet they glare at me like a worn puppeteer..
i am scared..i draw back..and change my sketch..
another page amongst all inks..lets draw a place id like to be..

this one for the sun glassed afro dudes..
stop the imaginary and daydream..
if u step into the sun your boots will start to melt..
and sugar will take claim your feet..

the future is open wide..
murmur at your pictures..
stop the world and melt with your lover..
stop the feelings and rewind your beginnings..
erase your instincts and let your fruition be your vision..
believe thats its real and your shall be rewarded..
shut up and stop reading this..or shut up and focus..
and remember who you are with me..
are you quiet?are you thinking?
mm lets see what you thinking..
yes its true..
yes i agree..
you finally found it..
u dumbass..