Treadmill (Enlightened Tribe Person) 2013

Don't take the trip that's hip. Slip into a coma to slow all the ills that perceivedly thrills. Pills being a mainstay as our sanctimonious self prays. But there will never be a requirement under this Heaven, this fine firmament, to fine tune this sickly state of being. Spent a lifetime looking for answers, and there are none to be seen after good prayers are sent. Lent another folly to jolly, a jocularity of clarity. Making one think there is a God over Us. Cuss the trust as we fall from high. Sigh until you are tired, not spry...anymore. Folk lore is just that, something to give the manics many panics to start taking Zanex. Pre emps the sorry commercial that pre-paid to lay another food for so-called thought. Bought the status non-gratis. But we are still here as we labor under Our God's Sun! Smile my Brethren child! We still have time to run...if not but a little while.