What type of vision do you feel, do you feel?
What are the thoughts that make you real make you real?
What type of vision do you feel, do you feel?
What are the thoughts that make you real, make you real?
Now you’re older, do you understand why you never knew how people feel?
Do you understand why life is not such a cheap deal?
You said you loved a game of Risk,
did you ever think about the other players at the game board?
It’s my turn.
Someone took the cigarette from your mouth and melted your game piece into an exiled minister of no understanding.
An exiled minister of no understanding.
A neurological derailment of consequence.
Trembling in fear.
Staring at the reality of inflicted isolationism.
The consequences that darken the sky and spiral downward.
The shelter that was not as the hinges are broken and,
The floors are shattered.
‘Exiled Minister of No Understanding’
MPK 3013
