my mind is like a roller coaster
that continuously falls off the tracks.
or a train that runs for miles and miles
upon broken breaks and never stops,
transversing between unstable rails that will stab you in the back.
if you have ever observed time go by while trapped behind the wagons' glass casement,
then you've noticed the scene always changes,
like a mask is lifted from this planet
and dissipates outside our atmosphere.
purely it all becomes as clear as crystalline,
how it makes all the difference when repining at tomorrow in another lifetime-
shifting and evolving energetically life will simply soar on through more than one parallel universe.
akin to your thoughts as they travel amidst specialized neurons,
they're scattered like crushed posessions from a home invasion.
twisted as it may be, the world is a beautiful place.
society may corrupt our view of this planet, make it look stained. hopeless. sad.
like a laundry basket that never stops collecting dirty items.
despite all that is taken from each person,
let go of your inner desperation as many beings have left you souvenirs beyond each brink.
pick up the pieces sprinkled about from others' lost souls-
they shower you like fairies with star dust,
and let them wander beside your spirit through every breath starting at the oceans crust.
your conscience may be a roller coaster, or a train swamped of melancholy.
refuse to let your mind turn you into a catastrophe,
as all intelligence that walks this earth copes with their very own misery.
- etienne johnson