Writing My Escape Route #1 – Silhouettes Of War

Been at the library for the past couple of days,
As it gives me a sigh of relief.
A sigh of relief from sitting on my bedroom seat,
Watching what an algorithm thinks I’m interested in without ever asking me…

Just a few years ago,
I was standing on my own two feet,
On as many stages I can possibly be in,
But,
Now I’m this heathen,
That’s been too afraid to break free from a legion of miscreants!
Exhausting my mind of peace and its remedial stream of,
Rejuvenation…

Deprived of any sleep while I fire up,
Another joint numbing each vocal cord I weaponized as a samurai’s sword any time I’m at war!
Against a silhouette I’ve been battling with a lighter touch than usual…

Can’t focus like I used to with a frame of mind encasing a dream blurred of it’s hues to,
A blue I’ve never seen before from the multiple sets of colors I was blessed to view.
Who knew?
What I was getting myself into…

If I could go back in time,
My response to,
“You wanna burn?”
I would’ve told whom I thought was kin to kick it to the curb,
And,
Smoke himself out while setting up an Urn,
To put his ashes inside of and pray that he’d learn,
How to earn money like a man instead of burning up a herb,
Poisonous to anyone who’s already flying high enough until they’re out of view from an Earth,
I yearn to acclimatize to…

Without any stormy clouds looming over my head.
Without any gory sound of others trying to kill my inner child with another night of weed and sex.
Without too many boring rounds of shots where my mind goes blank as I shoot my shot at my chance to
Repent…
Why give anyone or anything else control of my palms and thoughts now virulent from,
Stimulants I’ve been keeping way too close to,
My creaking bed…