Dark Clouds

Dark clouds float up above, but fuck it

I make my own way through the mud, the bucket

Is full of bullshit, guns full of full clips

Full of emptiness impossible, fooling the foolish

Smiles on the outside, storm in my brain

Definition of alone, no one born in my lane

Maintain, a word that is bound to be misleading

Disdain for the definition, powerfully deceiving

To maintain means no change

And repetition is absurdity, it seems so strange

We beg for routine, the result leaves us empty

We search for a purpose, the quest never ending