Mount Rubi
5/14/o6 sun.

Is it still me who causes you problems
so that you have no time for air?
Do you really think that I'm oblivious
or that I honestly don't care?

The world is ready for me
and it's just ripe for the picking.
So I guess it's better to meet it
without this troublesome thinking.

This weight beneath my fingers is heavy.
It's what one would call a heart beat.
It's steady, rhythmic pounding is near
and causes my exhaustion to steep.

The more drama that I witness
the more about life I'll know.
It's time to give into what they want
and give these by-standards a show.

It's considered weird to lock oneself up
to cloak oneself in darkness.
But I'd rather accompany my ghosts
than to engage in placid farces's.

We find people who are similar
ones who go through the same bull shit.
They are the ones who I call my friends
and are in myself, the summit.

This mountain within me is building
and is made of meaningless crap.
But I'd rather bury myself in its caves
than to literally bust a cap.