Movements in the Middle

Combinations and computation bring an oddessy to fore. I see you in the light of a tunnel all by yourself. Death is not in vicinity. The fever of your mind is a cord to your family. I move to the left and you dive onto the floor. I am not your enemy anymore. The haze is the crave of LSD on your brain. It will take a while to dispel. Realizing what you have done to your brain in a carnival of lies to self and others will leave you on your knees this week. If you are not at your peak, I cannot have you play for this team. Poor decisions are one thing, evil upon evil upon the power centaur (acid) is your newest reality. I rest down low because there is nothing to say. Walk a day at a time and answer any law enforcement agency that comes your way with a forth right honesty, aiding their discovery and keeping me away from...