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.