A day in the life of Apes with ego trips.

You know what they always say:

if you can't get up to pee,

Question flow from pools of time On the essence of our kind But if each their own is all we'll find Tell me, what's to come?

Circles abound on thoughts to find They all come back around. What's mine is yours and mine's not mine. It all comes back around.

Red is blue if so you're told, Pending culture's prime. But keep in mind ideas are gold And traded just as so.

I've found a sort of empty transit Since last we've parted ways. And Maybe I could better stand it If not you felt the same.

We all crawl beneath the rotten log

Of society,

Though not all can gawk at the light because of shock

Existentially.

For those who make that leap and take that look,

Flip that stump and read that book,

There’s a beautiful, tangible window to reality.

Many say “Christianity’s the way

To morality.

And without Yaweh, the daemons and the gays 

Would roam the streets.”

But if the weight of every action determined how we lived

And we were good for Goodness while willing to forgive

My thoughts are blowing 

Like bubbles in fog,

Too thick to keep track 

Of patterns so broad.

With each realization

Comes equal surprise

When, just as they’re noticed,

This constant ebb

Of people flow

Leaves many seen

And fewer known

As drunken eyes

In sockets' hole

Refuse the mind 

To say "hello."

Yet when you find

A conscious soul,

Intertwined

But juxtaposed,

You're best Obliged 

To let them know:

"Hey, I'm alive..

THIS is how i was.

this IS how i was.

this is HOW i was.

this is how I was.