This ain′t much special

Just a random desolate rhyme session

That will probably end up being yet another life lessonIt's a conversation so remember to use your discretion

Before making conclusions after the first impression

I say what I think but after this ill stop talking on these bitter topics

Whoever wants to see will do it and I gotta take a break before going miotic

Hope I′ll find a rejuvenating tonic to produce something uplifting and melodic

My life's been an exotic symbolic tragicomic love sonnet

Before the catatonic and necrotic bombs hit

I went from being stoic, iconic, and ironic

To neurotic, robotic, and psychotic

If I was an equation I'd be conic section

Today I′m a special case of ellipse

And guess was parabolic by nature

From philosophic jumping to diabolic

From melancholic to euphoric

From harmonic to chaotic

It′s been a complex project

To remain at the vertex without falling

Till I looked within and recalibrated spirit level

I'm seeing the effects but it′s a constant work in progress

If you care to fully grasp the concept

Gotta decrypt my words and connect the dots

Forget about depth and direction

It's the angles that let you have whole perspective

No one ever listens so focus on my points for a second and you′ll get it

Started as a simple personal intervention

With intentions of redemption, elevation, and ascension

By replacing toxic obsessions

With mind's creative expression

Took on a quest to find answers to the question

A trip to fulfill my destiny

Reach final destination, achieving soul′s purification

It's a distraction from self-destruction

As society's responsibly following instructions

Fully assimilating to rape culture, bathing in corruption

I′d rather be an independent variable in the function

Than a minion inside depraved Plato′s dungeon

Feel like something gotta mean the world

For someone to break the mold

Happy I did that and never had a goal

To get any glory or vaults full of gold

Only hoping to find the love that's been lost

Same old, same old

Free as a bird but in control

Of nature′s inescapable bond

So here I am, letting things unfold

In a room all alone, Writing non-stop

Bored but barely even answer my phone

Wanted to mature but outgrown the world

But don't mistake me for Dalai Lama

I′m a highly radioactive element

G stands for gamma

And if life's a parable

This is gotta be the one

About blind people and an elephant

No wonder I was told it′s my spirit animal

But in general

Life's like a Rubiks cube

Everyone can solve it but most never try

Thinking it ain't worth the time

Act like they can do it with closed eyes

Pretend they have it all figured out

But their actions speak otherwise

Saying all they know is how to lie

Stuck behind blinds

As they slowly evolve into termites

Cause you know, those guys are also blind

Is that what it means to be a Canadian?

Crown′s a sole corporation

And not long ago they used to call their citizens swine

When I hear all these talks about Russia going to war with Ukraine

All I can think is: Who′s Russia?

Is she ok?

She sounds insane

Did she fall from a crane?

What's her last name?

Federation, right, totally forgot.

So, another company, illegal entity, jackpot.

Waving flag of any district and taking part in their plot

Is like swimming in a melting pot

And I′m not seeing a single pirate boat

Anyways, I'm losing my train of thought

Can′t stand more of all these commonwealth colonies under canopy

A gallery of vanity, hypocrisy, and dishonesty

Promoting fallacies, normalizing atrocities, and bestiality

Spiraling down catastrophic calamity

Into a factory of traumatized faceless xyz's

Getting ego boosters from authority as their salary

Her majesty′s middle name's gotta be idolatry

From state of mediocrity to kingdom of medieval tyranny

A pandemonium of sodomy with blasphemy in every policy

Guess, individuality was the malady

Practically eradicated with a strategy of turning it into a travesty

While integrity and gallantry must be just triviality or my insanity

Finally, an apogee

From simulation to pure simulacrum

Welcome to Hyperreality

Wonder how could anyone fall for democracy

When it's one letter away from having demon in root and sounds like mockery

This is possibly an Odyssey of the worst quality

Would be an actual divine comedy

If it wasn′t concealing plutocracy

Maybe it′s total normality and I'm just an anomaly

But whoever′s been receiving all those lemons

Is lucky life wasn't giving them broccoli

Hope this story got a bitter-sweet prophecy

And not yet another Tragedy

About misery of a castaway prodigy

That in actuality might be a valiant phantom in agony

Living in memories of his enchanting lady

Who′s dreaming to see that Milky Way galaxy

As he's just a faint static melody

Her ephemeral flatlined fantasy