Where do we go from here?

You will never find,

      Nirvana,

       With a backpack,

                Full,

        Of ulterior motives.

One must shed,

  All the way down,
       To the your childish
                 goals,

      past all the money,
           And fame,
                 And glory..

 To become
         the curious wonderer,

     Our original self.

Public Lies

I'm gonna say,

         What I want,

   When I want,

        Because I can,

Facts?

    Check if you want,

  But I don't care,

       If you do.

Because there's always,

      Another sucker,

   Who's life is just,

       A little more depressing,

     Then yours,

   And they will consume,

         My unfiltered truth,

    

    Seeking the last bits,

         Of marrow,

             From my last kill.