my precious lean six sigma

A Poem by Steven

something i love that everyone else hates

betterment in a lacerated debauchery set aside by the many surface thinkers. talk and talk, the words I use don't have meaning for the ones its meant. self examination no longer is a part of society, living for the other in any opportunity of self gain. its evident ive survived past my due date. Most improvements will never be considered or used in the sake of never before. living as a never before its a befitting rift of compromise, seeing how the bizarreness chance of death failing. what is to do if the "do" will never be an "if" when the choice "what" comes? speechless segments lack the depth of convincing illumination rings upon the tones sound barriers. the human brain is only skin deep until you take the dark tarp of society off to see the true nothing. my none is the sum of any and all to come. what can the done be? i dont have right sequence of generic thought to fit the conversation ability. my fault is the distinguishing detail that keeps the drift to help me feel the wind from the windless. forcing the life of confusing mental lack luster im smiling reactive sadness in a frowned set prepared moments that any betterment could have lived in.