Ninety-percent of my interactions consist of
inconsistent incoherent conversations,
Impersonal relations of how my days been.
Like I'm really gonna show them, I'm far bellow them.
I walk the line and avoid the time,
between the sides avoid the signs.
How time flies passing passerbys.
The passing "Byes" of remaining ties
No passing cries of wincing "Hi"s
or mincing vibes of my passing time.
In the end I really just think that I
like my thoughts too much no need to justify.