Neutral

The world be my ground and words be my precipitation

My precipitation writer’s blocked by the belief that i’d never write anything without inspiration

Inspiration, my excuses to only express myself with positive or negative emotion

Emotion being Humans ultimate weakness and reason for all commotion

Commotion draining you of all energy, plus its equal to zero productivity

Productivity being the main reason we wake up and shower everyday heading to the city

The city by day flooded with temporary dwellers dressed in debonair and fashion

Fashion is of no concern to the permanents as they roam the streets, smelly bodies covered in
rags and a deadly lack of passion

Passion, the fuel to the fire of life to the living

Living that’s more than just the state of being alive in a world so unforgiving

Unforgiving, such an understatement to the feeling of regret of a life wasted

Wasted was the level of my intoxication last night from the Alcohol my mama so much
hated

Hated in past tense because a life with her is no longer part of me but what used to be

Used to be a mama’s boy, maybe she had to leave this earth to give space for me to grow into whats true to me

To me the formula is to let emotion go and find a Neutral state to embrace

Embrace starts with affection, be one with the state and work towards my dream at my own pace