The Aspirer

We are on the path to creating a colony of in breeders with webbed toes and eyelids.
Forgetting about everything and losing touch with sustenance.
We hang, drool, and fool about with temperature of the body like a dogs first trick.
The foggy dream,
From waves of confusion in which there is no help from drowning.

In an eclipse of mind discovery or ceased friendships, he took a bow and across the globe there was applause and pity in cycles...
"This cannot be" the aspirer pondered.
Where is the freedom now? and the women and the future and the wine?
They all suck blood and they are brooding over and under his sheets,
Staring like starved wolves and raving from the corners of rooms.
In an attempt to overcome his perils that once suited him so well he vanished into the ether with a crack of thunder.
Truth alas...

There is no beauty in succumbing to fear.
There is no humanity in being an eaves trough, piling dirt and grime with the rest of our situations.
There are solutions and they are being locked behind bars and bullets begging to be forgiven and heard.
I am biting on my tongue and we are walking around(not thinking) covered up and hidden inside.
It isn't a factor or a time span it is a place where we were conceived and meant to exist,
freely and flowing in our states of living.
Like an idea...
A reaction...
A catalyst...
Or a tombstone.