A Thought Comes

Mine is the best definition, I'm fed up with finding the reasons

Entropic, perhaps, but I've made worse mistakes

As hard as it tries to placate me; antiquated, elated, it wastes me

I guess it's a blessing and more of a curse.

I'm freezing my ego to please her; she's so much like Paris, I guess then

I'll soon be a widower (not that you care)

Enough with this scheming of justice; redundancy comes all to easy

I guess that it's better it's killing me now.

Dreaming of a time when all my problems were defined in terms of evanescent meanings and the girls that me scream,

I once wanted to be so electric no one could ignore me