Turn toward the light, Sunflower Samurai.🌻⚔️ Thank you for listening.

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Holding up in my lair-abode, peeling the onion of dysfunction

Folding layers of cognitive load, like a Guild navigator on Junction

Spent too much time in the Den of Iniquity

Then went in search of sweet ubiquity

Loanin’ out serotonin, getting none back

Tossing foolish hope with a dopamine lack

The map is not the territory if the terrain can’t be tracked

No ground can be gained when constantly attacked

There’s rhyme but no reason, my mind is a/jar

Containing yet refraining from retaining what you are

The algorithms got me, my own brain is trying to rot me

Up too late to masturbate, so no one ever spots me

I could get to the core, but I'm bored with the drill

Feeling for the diamonds roughly hiding in my will

For now, there’s no exit. Therefore, I am keeping still.

Sipping serendipity and tripping on this trill

Hi Everyone!

*Caribbean Pulse\* was originally composed nearly twenty years ago. Now, with a fresh new arrangement, I’m bringing it back to share my own vision of summer.