Been a while since I rapped, bear with me.

Thanks to Anjovi for the beat and mixing.

Step through the portal, see the formulas morphing,

mortals seek precious metals to form mortal coils,

let us toil and settle soils

sleeping royalty still spilling poison, it seeps till even villains can't seem to reap the spoils

well if we will our feet to walk, we speak to each and all

willingly reach such deep discussion,

leave the screeching and fussing, call on love

trust the heart to ceaselessly beat through the suffering

weep then wipe the last leak, that was last week,

it so happens we're past that, in fact I cannot recall what I was mad at,

distant scratches skip the disc inches from system crashes

scabs continue itching, imagine that

Dope patterns repeat then grow stale,

compare notes with ghosts pale and bleak

But can I sigh? And can I be at peace?

Need a moment just to try and breathe at least

I lose a lot of me while I wallow, I should follow what I preach

Don't keep it bottled, breathe a sigh of sweet relief

What is this version of Earth, this bad dream?

Been observing in third person,

Actually it ain't too shabby, seen worse,

Some eyes search fervently for some light,

catch sun rises through curtains

Destined for hurt if you're expecting perfection

Each lesson learned will lessen burdens

lest regression occurs and resets progression I've heard

so confess the irksome thoughts you've got that will bring rot

That's not the only thing, quit overthinking the inkblot

Stop clinging and singing dirges dammit,

The greener grass seen in passing also grows on the dirt and sand on which you're standing

Work this fertile land, that flock certainly ain't worth the bird in hand

We come to resent the contentment

of this perfect plan beneath the chaos of the circus tent... but damn

Can I sigh? Can I be at peace?

Need a moment just to try and breathe at least,

I lose a lot of me while I wallow, I should follow what I preach

don't keep it bottled, breathe a sigh of sweet relief

The lives we live were gifts from those too hungry to give

They lift me after they slip through the sieve,

innocence iffy, memories are misty

No reason or answer, meandering

sleeping deep under leafy tree canopies wistfully

can he see? is he in a fantasy dizzy or been granted blissful ignorance?

or is it fitful misery?

a doom too complete,

know your history cause humans soon repeat this all-consuming greed

for riches too replete to purchase you and me

curse this foolery, ain't no mirth in this jewelry

too rudimentary to compete

win or lose I'll be coolin it