Insanormality- by: unknown forgotten

The skeleton Crow holding the divine ring
Is diving down into accidents involving car crashes
To disrupt any convenience we may have met

And such a sad symphony of relief when the cackling beak breaks off
The silent air, the compressed sound of a child's BB gun
Eternally murdering a sound that haunted ages, and I often heard

And one more time over the telephone will tell me something near
It will tell me longer and deeper than anything I've ever heard, my dear
So what is it when I take a simple, fickle release that allows me to escape
This is the last moments of my insane mind that I miss

Or should I look at bicycles go
Struggling so hard to move quicker when they never will
Chains grinding against sprockets merely powered by insufficient legs
I'll build a going machine, one that never needs to catch wind
Like the rest of the ozone breathing heretics

There are minds of purity and truth
There are minds of false prophetic's that lead to mere convenience
Shallow shits believe what's easiest to comprehend
Mobile by will power or super engineered work?
Can we tease the gods or are we biting their bait?
The hooks hurts something fierce
And the truth hurts because it's a toss back t0 a time
Even if not remembered, (we wish we could)
To another time
(To a time forgotten and unknown.)

Everybody I know will eventually break and settle down.