Sometimes I feel things, I think I can't feel.
Sometimes the real things, seem way to real.
Sometimes my empty cup begins to fill.
Sometimes my conscious is a little less ill.
But never is it true, and I never seem to find.
That this peace and solice will ever be mine.
So I watch the real world, live in their time.
And I top off empty cups with my own sour lime.
Then lose my sickness, in lost thoughts of ryhme.
Watching words flow, from fingers to screen.
This part of my life is not just a dream,
each line of thought, creates a new seam.
And I am Master of this One Monster Team.
Creator of words that make others think.
Though created for me, from my own instinct.
A One Monster Team, always on the brink.
But never to become silent.....never extinct.
J. Koblitz
