Deeper Than This
Deeper Than This
How and why do we exist and fade like a mist? Talk about making a point but it’s always missed. Personality is said to be a blessing but it feels like a curse, awkward silence or death tell me which one feels worse. No apologies if I offend you that’s how I rhyme in a verse, we choose our paths living the life of a thug or a preacher in a church. The goal is achievable as long as you are willing to work towards it. In society everything appears to be classified by education, intelligence or the contents of your character but never piece of mind. If ever spoken the point would be missed nothing to say they would reply “oh there goes Chris” but fail to realize these words are deeper than this.
Copyright © Christen Foster | Year Posted 2017
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