Saturday's Truth
Saturday's Truth
No one left to trust
I'am looking in the street
but not with the jewelers in the night
I walked in I heard a different language
A pleasant forth coming talk....it would be them
I can't say nothing about no one
Slashed by the hooks of saint Catherine's
No whistling,no listening because zombies can't dance
They were all winning their glory
These days it's what happens
poison truth
all warnings fighting to prepare
intimate daggers
Fly straight for the heart
What is your next move
The warning signs were real
I was sure there was truth in our presence
It was never said
No lies to believe
It's never
No explanation
Expectation of youth
The lady said
I was never lied to
Virtue in all she did
I sold my awareness for self design
To suit my numbness of this too busy world
What's out of control
When nothing is controlled
Ego Ego Ego
Don't drive my car or talk too much
Make it easy on the ears
Take the trip
Through temper through fear
Look Don't talk It will only hurt
Laughter was beat
Beat into me..beat into me..beat me like a stuffed dummy
poison truth
all warnings fighting to prepare
intimidated...what is your next move
No people found
Willfully unravel
Sun made..parted ways
It leaves them...
I got to stay up
I can't fall the sleep
Saturday could never be what is used to be
It was a fun day
positive human qualities were Sat (truth), Daya (compassion), Santokh (contentment), Nimrata (humility), and Pyaar (love).
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