Complexion

I grab it with my red right hand
Blood vessels turned to sand
Bouncing ball of opportunity
Thrown with a heavy empathy
Inspect my racket in the left
Pick off dirt and increase stress
Tension in strings breaks
Connections and brings disorder to function
Don't fix what ain't broken, son
And it's a broke binge
When the salt stings
Trust halts bring faults
And sing alt-rock, waltz
To the sock puppet soliloquy
And read into whatever reality
Becomes clearest first
Or dirtier, rather, we hurt
When search turns to certain
Recursive data insertion
Alert the population:
The visions of the morning need no further explanation
A whole truth is never so brutal
To be reduced to futile
Systems such as language
And where does my fist go
When I kiss those soft hands
Am I a man or a series of plans
Perfected in theory with good intent
Stretched to rigidity and bent to infinity
I spent my youth trying to be God
And lost myself in an odd way
But this character I'm renewing
Brings a new youthful naive soothing
Positive energy proving that nature is losing
To nurture and we're all grooving in a mix
I'm fusing philosophy and love with a soundtrack to skateboard tricks
Creation is my discipline trust bond
I seek my reflection in my most fond imperfections
For my direction depends on which selection
Of gray matter is blessing my complexion
And I dig the left one...
But he's a friend I regret spending
Ten years bending to compensate
For his irrational fears and pretending
I'm not aware of this careless
Mistreatment of the psyche
I might be done with that fun
Or maybe its only begun
I don't know or seek the answer
I don't contract the question cancer
I motivate facts and float on dry land, sir
I preach to my ego while you listen in
As we go along the velocity of the wind
A complementary sin, we let the universe win
And feel a fast grin spinning again