Been waiting for so long
Don't let no one anyone take it away
Enjoy the accomplishment from hard work
It may not be much but it's something
Everyone's standards so low decide to aim high
Take pride and credit for efforts made
May not be much but everything at the moment
Feel the truth know right from wrong!
If wrong is done make it right
Follow the believe within
Never give in but try to understand
Different for a reason not like everyone else
Being the same is plain just another face no name
Stay true to the moral code
They way go live up to the standards that feel right
In all, without morals, the concept of happiness would be indifference of stale misery. Spinning all in the concept of life in circle, for morals go in a straight line and never need to recount the same point of what you already know of happiness. For you have all the time in search for more.
Man in the subway
do you have a purpose
is it to make music
or to make others sing
the song of the subway as
the trains screech by
ignores you completely
throwing money proportionally
into your jar based
on their income and
based on their morals.
Getting high off other's deaths
Jerking off to artist's gore
Spurting up blood fountains
Like a breathless whale
Like a shy devil
Coming to a conclusion at last
To a clearing in the woods
Where the elephants lay
To swear off wishful thinking
To smear fresh remorse on old skin
To keep living vicariously
Like the moon in a thunderstorm
With your cut Joker's smile
With your tiny hand on your heart
As if there was any difference at all
Between the merciful
And the merciless.
am coming to terms with mortality.
breaking down in bundled, silent sound.
I am coming to understand the wicked ways
in which the world wanders.
I am kissing a cheek
silently in the early morning
Thinking this will never last.
I am shutting down,
I am parted lips,
hushed whispers of worry,
fanning flushed breath across pink flesh.
And I am sensations and ideas,
spread across galaxies,
running fingertips over seamless seams,
Every crevice created in confusion, contempt and comfort.
I am coming to terms with my morality.
And terrified to death of Death,
sickle sweet smile, steering me toward stagnant stars.
and away from your wonderful, wading warmth.