A plethora of lethargy snuck in decrepitly. Took the reins of my thinking, got the best of me. Maybe conciseness is testing, lost cause, nesting. Heart open, unprotected. These thoughts aren’t mines. “Who’s” ? is the question. Refuse to separate my past from the present, no history is depressing. Repeat yourself, work against it. Chose a cause, defend it, come full circle, defend against it. Sip some tea, bite the leaf, human nature is to walk upright towards free. Those who don’t feel free, works towards segregation of wings from bodies. Shopping spree, everything half off. That means it’s suggested value never meant a damn thing.
Ain’t running from shit, sitting in place. Kicked so hard my ass is now stuck spinning in place. Dropped into a wishing well, flesh and blood turn collateral. Looked up at the moon from a hole in the ground. End of the tunnel, cave light funnel. When will I be fit to leave this place, touch your face, take things at our pace.
So with the moon, I’ll make do. Listening to the night, it tells me to forget you. The sun lights the moon, so in truth I never really met you. Hunger sets in, look at what the future, now present you.
In this dream, the open sky is all yours.
As long as I stay down here.
School of thought, live life peacefully. You’ll be shocked, shot, heart dropped. After death, the terror doesn’t magically stop. My blood over flown with histamine due to systems of brutality and mistreatment in history. The universe got me thinking this life is meant for me. Pain past down through hereditary. Broken and scattered across centuries. Pick up the pieces slave, branded eulogy. Anger, justification, fight fire with fire, birth of a nation for the ignorant. Live in bliss, a cruel truth separation. Biting my lip off, assuring my soul that karma exist. A revenge mission for reparations, would be to take my DNA and desecrate it. Even if my future turns out bright, the spirit of my ancestors won’t be complacent.
Last chance, contemplating how I’m going to miss this. Never take a chance, my heart won’t forget it. Do what’s done before, a new experience is my only regret. Afraid to slip and fall slept. Quit before I fail to try. Try hard laughably, disown the exaggeration. A little bit of me in every action I chose, even still my pride is too much for me to lose. Staring out the window, might as well ask a tree. Wind through the leaves, nope. Now it’s an answer provided for me. Living my best life, what most people are saying. Most of my nights are filled with praying. A shorter route to tears is all I’ve gained. This is my life, fortune won’t allow me to deny this pain.