The Gap

Mind the Gap between
the brain and masturbation

I seek questions
to breathe out the answers in me
The beast's voice
reaches out
sometimes in whispers
sometimes in screams
it storms through the cracks.
May these walls protect our souls from their false gods

Formulating ideas in groups
our society reaches its limits
we crave for differentiality
yet we copy and adopt anything original

There we stand
so indifferent to act
so desperate to fail
to prove ourselves wrong
all alike in floks we group
and in pulse-like erruptions of emotion
we sink in the oceans of blue and doubt

Mind the Gap son,
between your brain and masturbation