Scorpio Moon Ramblings.

This rhyme dictionary,

Collecting dust on the shelf:

I’m gonna use it

To string words together,

To free up my Self.

Without further ado,

Here’s Amira: Act two:

The spinning of our planet is making me seasick

When I lose control, I can be a real prick

When did I lose you?

Why did I chose you?

Your age, your sign, your face

Never mind,

This isn’t the time nor the place.

I can solve all the problems of the human race,

But put me, Like a rat,

Inside your maze,

That hall of dusty mirrors

Has me lost for days,

Months, three years now,

And I can’t get out.

No matter how loud I scream or shout

Nobody can hear me.

Nobody can find me.

I’m looking for the Way, the Tao, the Day

When my mind will be freed from the decay.

I'm looking for freedom 

From this encrypted shit I say,

When all I really want is to dream and play.

When All I Really want is for things to stay

Comfy and cozy, 

Keep my glasses rosy.

I want to build a Self, but not if it takes work.  

I want to build a you who isn't a jerk.

Or maybe a Me who doesn't get hurt.