Try Later

Late Nights,
Strong coffee,
Extraordinary heights.
Thinking just of me.
Preposterous walls
Long detour,
Heavy halls
See myself down to the core,
Running,
Writing,
Thinking,
Enigmas.
Incognito,
Disappearing to dust,
Sort of like Bushido.
Iron turning to rust.
Cognizance.
Who knows what that means?
Life put on clearance.
Falling apart like your seams.
Fixable?
Maybe,
Man is unreliable
Try again later.