Imaginary rhymes

brain itself is full of golds
lots of thought and meant to be sold.
when you feel the need to empty your mind
that's the time you're falling behind.
remember the time when i moved you?
the holy darkness was moving too.
blood, sweat, tears, and pain
miserable things coming like rain.

times went faster as reality graze your mind
sanity and cosciousness are hard to find.
killing boredom, erasing phantom
saying gibberish resisting your eyes to be blind.
water flows rapidly, from the river to the sea
waves are so harsh like you've ever wanted to be.
pushing, pulling, see how your nerve system work
realize it's already 6 a.m, get up jerk.

Hmph, hope to see you in better condition, Old man.