Developing a mental state of pandemonium

A mental state of pandemonium,
Dressed to blessed to depressed to back again,
Going out to the radiant dream,
Coming into the primal scream,
Large pink one floating a lot,
All is never lost among the rot,
All you got to do is your best,
Its hustle its flow,
Round up before knocked down,
Act in the show,
Turn the valve on full,
Check out what’s in the skull,
A mind rolling the cromag down the street,
Brains and old gut dragging behind webbed feet,
Crossed evolution reversing itself,
A distant shelf hanging low,
For something that will never come accept once,
The last one we think to own,
A casket stop that won’t be there,
Neither will all see,
In the glory and peace of eternity,
Then the truth will grow,
To long gone alone,
Together everybody ever known,
Crossing over into pandemonium.
Fennigan T 1.22.10