Life is a riot
Molotov cocktails and burning tyres
Black smoke in the sky
That cloud up there sort of looks kinda familiar
It’s the same cloud I used to watch for hours laying
on the rooftop because in the city there are no fields
Only predetermined existence
Your peripheral visions is blinded
A file of ants from an elevated vantage point
Equilibrium see-saws
with insanity and creativity
I shift towards art and moral decay
Laying outside, watching intelligence play
A visual nomad feeding
Light, my only dietary supplement
