Thunder rides wild so

let me try to explore

the mechanics of my

mind I can now afford.

Here peace I’ve found

to be a piece of puzzle

that fits me fine but I

am sometimes trouble.

A rubiks cube consumes

time and patience me I

in some form or fashion

resemble the devil’s cry.

Why exist for the bliss

when it seems no God

could preside over this

shit life can tend cause.

I wallow in the mud but

I can plainly evenly see

that what is truly holy is

barely found within me.

So I twist and turn this

riddled maze of complex

feelings and rage I have

towards life’s trainwreck.

If you expected me to be

whole and solved, surprise.

Look me in the face now

see calamity in my eyes.