Castaways - Omnom

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I’m tired of waiting

Put it on the mantle, or trash it face it

It’ll never happen unless we make it

I guess you could say that I’m just impatient

Wasting light in a vacant place is a space a timeline I can taste

And I find my eyesight often raised to embrace a fading skyline

Wait…

Let me catch up a little bit

I’ve been baited on a breath I held to reel in the bigger fish

I’m insatiable at best and my patience is iffy

Debilitatingly self critical with narcissistic tendencies

One more last time?

Yes please thank you

Whats another hair of the dog that spanks you?

Just another customary tough luck bad news, some one in cemetery digging up a

sad tune

What little ditty is playing through his head, as he drudges out the humble

work of making his own bed?

Which lullaby to lay rockabye baby when the bough breaks?

Classical or heavy metal?

Soft and sweet or fast paced?

Maybe just the echoes of the sentiments he misplaced in instances that

distanced him from figuring his which ways

You could ask him but I doubt out he even knows, and if he does he’ll probably

take it with him down into that hole

Shit

Lazy days

Castaways and hazy haste

An absence in the afternoons from basking with the vain and dazed

Ambrosia in the amylase

Ashes in the aftertaste

Complacent but a skipping stone throw from comfortability

Trying to maintain the latter while I squash the former’s killing me

I swear

That I’ll probably be the death of me

In fact I swear upon my life that I’ll be the death of me

Fair’s fair

Point blank or poison in the recipe

Some choices will last you for more or less a century

Either way when I finally retired of flying

I wanna go out like a second hand lion

Tired of tired, tonight I’m stapling open both my eye lids

(wide)

Tight and wired I’ll doodle on some cataracts for blind spots

Admittedly ignorant but I know what I’m missing;

Billions of simians kissing a ringed fist in submission

I’ll kill the king

And wouldn’t think to fill the position, uphold my kindred as the pillars of

this intimate system

We’ll still sing

Even when the neighbours are wincing, because they bump a lot of trash that I

put with willingly

It’s win win

Just another print in asymmetry, so lets swig another batch of the mix and

match chemistry

Clink clink

To fill another glass with memory

Do what thou wilt

Up like a stem down like a hilt

Lazy days

Castaway in hazy haste

An absence in the afternoons from basking with the vain and dazed

Ambrosia in the amylase

Ashes in the aftertaste