My nerves are SHOT!

with no forseable resolve

I've been put on mentle notice

the conduct that I display

 a systematic robot functioning within the realm of misguided trueths

It's time to turn away from its proverbial face

It's time to fall out of line and throw out time

It's time to remove myself from the crap that poisons my celestial path

It's time to tare down the walls of confinement

It's time to shead my skin

 

The breath that pulls

The hearth that gives

The unquantifiable universe calls

 

 It's time to step out from this suppresive plain of existance

to

nurish the seed

of

connectivity

that is

planted within