posted on Jan, 28 2013 @ 06:14 PM
The day began with a whisper.
Then slowly turned into a furious howl.
Halt in the manipulation of my imagination.
I'm paddling up a river, in a stream of solitude.
Gut wrenching ideas strike me down like a cannon.
Are you actually in hysterics?
I can't account how this is comical.
Dismantle my consideration.
I will sorrowfully rebel.
I will rise and fall as a helium balloon.
Please persuade me to be steady.
You're accomplishing your manipulation.