Routine

I kept holding back the tears because I have nothing to fear I kept holding back the tears because I have nothing to share The negative energy around me is making me feel unhappy Days in and days out they make my spirit shout My body temperature is rising from the deep and it is making my sprit leap I watch the morning and the evenings racing in front of me and my courage bubbling up inside of me, nobody has asked me how I feel But they are always looking for something to eat, they drain my spiritual energy with their profound illiteracy, impolite cries are falling from The skies and sooner or later someone is going to die The air is stagnant with cuss and my spirit is rising from the dust I can feel a peculiar heartbeat and my emotion swinging out into the deep. The pregnant sky is rolling over my head and the rain clouds are Standing by, the day is sliding away and making its mark in the day. My stomach is growling, and birds are looking for preys. I can hear the engines rolling and the people start running, smoking is bellowing from the sky and universe is marching by. Roll pressure point roll, roll the drum around the town, listen to the shallow beat and pass the message around the streets Let down your frantic gown and shake your body around the town Deliver a humble spread and cover the entire bed, roll pressure point roll And put on your husband gown and disguise yourself in the middle of the town. I have been saying to myself that the price to roll the dice is an awful Sacrifice, it causes an arm and a leg, and it will raise your passion up to your head. Follow your routine and accomplish your dreams. The nights are cold the task is loud but the heavens will warm your spirit with a glow, get ready for the final show.