The access to our dwelling
cascade
Love and...
leftovers
of a ray of light
and blackness...
dubious sentiment
evermore
toward and aside
from each other...
a double face within a frolic
in fearless truths
hatched from the
cust of the heart
foreseen
Written: September 30, 2022
Hip hop on the page
Spending my youth
Just trying to reach the new stage
What a strange age to live in
Will we be forgiven?
Contained and isolated now
Some how they hold us still
But honestly we gave our freedom
At will
Still
What a strange age to live in
Live in full effect
Was tech really our savior?
We seem to have bad behavior.
Have we all lost our mind?
Mend now we must
F@#ck all this though
Sorry I cust..
Sometimes you wonder
why you even bother
You feel like giving up
But then the feelings get
stronger
Maybe a dose of reality will
make them weaker
But the potency of the voices in
your head
Have you divided
No idea what it will take to
reach that high again
You've given too much of your
self to them
And it has made you spineless
Enabling them to leave you a
perfect mess
Soaring with mentally
fabricated wings
On bought time, when the
meter runs out
You fall harder than the first
rains after a drought
And it lands you back with the
rest of the cust and grime
Then it's back scrounging up
every dime you find
It will become your paradise
And it will cost you your mind