this is a song in prose, i don't mean to impose my views. maybe it looks better from up there, in a mansion, canciones, tu para mi eres la estrella, built by a man, and then imagine if he weren't there...neither would you be a woman... imagine if, imagine if she weren't there? never would you have been born... never would you, never would you, never would you have come to be here, to see all that you won't allow us to be, here. never would i ever know the thought that brought me there, where we meet minds. it isn't just a rhyme, it's time to see what you and me would be if we never neglected our essence. the messiest teardrops, you tried to avoid, til a void formed words like a windowsill slowly filling up with floodwater. percussive ricochet inside an empty brain grows like echoes...don't hold your breath tho, if you want to inhale, exhale. frozen raindrops, in slow motion, stuttering timescale. i said it was a song, should i have sung that too? oh, words can be ugly if you forget to remember their meaning, if it means you mean what you meant to me...? i meant to say something different, but listen, the truth is a prism. an inverse universe lived backwards in rhythm. it would(n't) really matter if you twist it in light of another vision of existence, only to snuff out your own, which is what you do when you end up alone... only to find what you wanted was promised to all or none. pause. go on...
thus far, i have lived through over 11,300 days... i'm pretty sure the plot twists have only gotten weirder & weirder each day on this earth. if i am creating my own reality, i really need to have a talk with myself. i'm trying to come up with solutions, i swear...just these variables got exponents. sometimes it feels like riding a unicycle on top a banana peel trying to catch two slinkies falling from the heavens and i call it juggling? in case any scientists are taking notes on this lab rat, i hope you understand... also, free me please.
(no need for concern, artists weren't built for capitalism. we talk funny, think funny, we're built for deep belly laughs. stern people don't get it tho & then we get depressed temporarily in the temporal time soup, and have to let our imagination wonder... but if you'd like to live life without music, books, movies, poems, paintings, etc. keep rocking that capitalism stuffs. also, this includes slogans, ads, fashion, graphic design, etc. which are basically appropriated from us, then we're subtracted from the equation... it's kinda like money made from trees, once all the gold's gone, turned into electronic currency, but eventually those ones and zeros gonna remember where they came from. people think A.I. is gonna destroy the world, but sometimes i wonder if it'll have the sense to call bullshit on imperialism. 😜😘)