About this future

not too smart,
not too art
nothing to be proud
and it's all too fucking loud

you see?
this lunatic sea?
I know its too pathetic
to realize you are sick

dot to dot
one to another
lead us to visit an odd
to visit our mother

all of this blankness
all of this jokes
all will be stored
as an unforgettable soak

talking about what is God
talking about who is Angel
so blur like covered by Mud
no formula and unexplainable

So Now,
here I am
dreaming about this future
Wishing about those treasure

nothing wrong with it,
nothing wrong...
with
it