Turn left and write.
Slave to my passions slave to my dreams.
I drink for compassion and think too deep.
Equanimity is my fashion, even in chains and seals.
Ramblings that lack intention, makes me dark and niche.
I’m an artist with no art, and farts for dreams.
Forever I will project it, at your heart and lay siege.
So you there with the stars, float over and be real.
And let’s drink, not for merriment, but drink to feel.