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Where It Leads Ix

It is me looking at my old self, laughing, mocking the weakness within
the bad memories of yesterday seem absurd today
I know and so should You there are many storms ahead
no matter how hard they hit always remember the Sun
is bound to shine - if not in the instant the storm is gone
in time - don't do what shouldn't be done
or you might just miss this rhyme - you'll be gone
Life comes with good, with bad - be happy, be sad
be calm, be mad - instead of death choose life

It's morning and I'm trying to jumpstart my thoughts;
vroom-vroom, there they go on the highway, rushing
towards my right brain ready to morph into rain
and fall on your left brain -you think- how selfish of me
to impose a simple action that may cause a chemical reaction
ending up as a synapse of poetry, robbing you of your dignity
In these strange times we live in we just have to learn to give in
and absorb what's given by those who think for us, after all
there's a certain sense of nobility in: being lead to victory,
accepting without questioning the sound reasoning of those who lead,
believing they won't turn their back on us in times of need, right
Wrong, hear that gong? You've just KO-ed your own freedom
of choice, of having your own voice and traded it for.. for what?
A false sense of security, a sense that when things take a turn
for the worse you can hide behind the big man; reality check
the big man with his big words will be nowhere to be found,
you'll be left all alone to stand your own ground...
Question everything, even yourself, be curios; if by chance
you've lived a delirious life, without dong so just remember
It's better accepting change and regret what you've done
than living a life of neglect, being horrified by what you've become

Copyright © Lehel Lorant Kiss | Year Posted 2013

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