Life' Devine. Entwined in Time. Surely its mine.
Flowers Scented. Renders me demented.
My eyes Entrenched. Drenched.
My heart takes a back seat, Benched.
How can I win when the city is at a loss?
I try to sit it down, it reminds me who's boss.
Who paid the cost. Inevitable toss.
Can I live in the peaks of nature, or the skyline lofts?
On the highest of terraces, or the lowest of troughs
I can not begin to fathom
The shallow emotional water people lather
Let me speak my mind Dear Officer,
before my thoughts scatter
Officer: Its for the better
I yearn to hear free spirits call,
not confined in minds banter
I dare not ask what society's taught you
To fit in its social outfit, or be loyal?
Faceless suits on horseback rally us numb
Beat us to conform, we fall backward and dumb
Voiceless and Hopeless
Naked no Less
Stripped of that inner strength
I oblidge we go that extra length
My, pages turn red
Im not sure if its ink or the blood that I shed
Tears and despair, its not fair
Why is Her soul in threads?
Haibo!
Go slow
She yearns to hear the rhythm in her hearts flow
Signs from the devine that her essence will someday show
While her life withers, her dignity grows
Should her flower be picked?
Why give away her timeless rose?
..to a figure the social circuit chose
Believe his lies, his false glow
He promises her the sky, but even she sees the false hope
so her legs close
Temptation is for the weak, but none are strong
So even when the pleasure feels right, Know this
You could be wrong
Drink from life's fountain of troubles, fill your social cup to the brim
Drown is your sorrows, Or Learn To Swim
away from the good, and towards all that grim
There's light at the end of the tunnel, dim
Are we the products of our surroundings?
Or the division of our soul?
Emancipation of me the ultimate goal?
Or the Dessication of me, and my life whole.
If we graduate from the teachings of the earth
How am I supposed to not be of the dirt?
Shouldnt I dwell in the belly of the sinful sun spells?
and kiss the rays of the Sahara summer days
How is the possible deemed possible?
Life's salad seems un-tossable
As it throws out the Honourable
Calamities, how heartlines seem stressing
We forever seek bad choices; never ask for wise blessings.
Words in Bold by Vocabsnova (D.Sak) and the other noise by Gau-TheSpokenFor
