Imaginary Friends

"7 Minutes In..."

Finally, just about time

Early for once,

Not right on time, but

I am what I an

I am truth, I am light

I'm confused

Here's a noose—do you know how to tie it?

Life, life life

Goes by, and by

In my eyes,

You and I

We are the same,

We are the same

Different bodies,

Different names—

Perhaps, we came in different ways

But in my eyes, my love

You are I,

And we, we are the same

Nothing ever changes

Life is crazy,

Hey yeah

Same city, different day

Right time, wrong place

Don't hate me;

Hey, yeah

Nobody can save me,

Just as likely.

The challenge: 7 minutes

What can I do in 7 minutes?

Maybe a little bit of this.

Always came,

And always went

It always was,

And it always is

If I had to guess,

Always wins

That's the way it always went

What is this riddle?

You play the banjo,

I'll play second fiddle—

It is what it is,

It gets interesting, this

I don't know where I live

But I'm fighting against

The tide

I died again

So violently,

So high over my head

People just laugh in the distance

This is just business, miss

My standard to live is just

Cleanliness is close to Godliness

I've been a mess since…

Always came,

And always went

It always was,

And it always is

If I had to guess,

Always wins

That's the way it always went

I'll be Bach—

And you be Beethoven

Woah, who is this how with

Somebody i used to know,

But I guess she's chosen

Oh,

I'm an old soul

Go where I go, till there's nowhere

I got no hair,

Low tide,

No fair

Let's not go there

Yo, hello there

Are you aware of me?

I guess you're scared of me,

No?

That's below the belt

I'm so hot I melted,

Hell is cold so know I've felt it

Smelt it, dealt it

Delta, helpless

Whelp—

At least I can finally rest after this

Always came,

And always went

It always was,

And it always is

If I had to guess,

Always wins

That's the way it always went

—-

I should probably get to the gym,

Damn

Now I don't feel so bad,

It's cold as Alaska,

I can't stand it

I can't go back

I can't fight a man—

Well I guess I can,

If he's magic

Tragedy struck

What the fuck was that shit

Got an excuse for my madness

It's tragedy

Guess I traded all that

For talent

Guess that's a wrap

Not a sandwich

Blacklisted

I showed up in a tent

Said

“This is the resistance!”

I'm fit, but with all this loose skin,

I'm just useless

My next of kin, could use this

Can't jump from the roof,

Full of juice—

This is music

Who are you to tell me

I'm not BLU

And I'm useless

Do you assume this unusual hue is

Illusion— of fully in bloom

I can't argue with you;

I am not in the proper position

Consult your physician, who isn't a person—

But likely an algorithm,

I programmed just to tell you

To yell out all of my demons

Just so I could write this

So that was the reason

For this, and this, and that then

Wanna go back to my family,

Can't, I've been captured

I guess I'm probably a rapper

What about that

But I hate being black

And black people hate me for that

“Fuckin savages”

This land is your land

But my land is half of it,

Man this is random,

I haven't—

Wait, has it been 7 minutes?

I think it's been past it,

Call me a trash can again—

I'll shift into it!

I got the nightshift

Something ain't right, it's

Something bout somebody wasting my time

But I like it

I ain't got nothing better to do than write,

And dislike myself,

So I guess it's a better distraction

Than Skrillex or Dillon Francis,

At least for a minute,

Or, like 7.

I might get paid for this,

I might get laid in a last minute decision

To swipe right on tinder—

Oh wait, does this count as a split shift?

I just clocked in, but my boss is lost in a spaceship,

Look at my face—

Oh, wait, you can't

Cause I planted the planet with masks

Just to get all your ancestors dancing—

Oh wow,

I'm Pasquale again.

How.

The fuck.

(Where's my Taxi?)

DOORMAN

Your taxi, Miss.