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Chandy Aug 2022
Today is a new day
Yet it all feels the same
No one else to blame
For mediocrity
Comfort and stability
Stunts all abilities
The search for balance is a balancing act
Chandy Aug 2022
Controlling the order
No exceptions, all borders
World defined, here and now
The one to come
The one that was
Divide between guidance
Arrives at violence
Chandy Aug 2022
Children hate adults
Adults deny children
The root of all evil:
Envy with no solution
All sides despise when the other thrives
Jealousy makes envious the ones who deny being free
Let me paint a picture on a smooth canvas:
Children want more than mere satisfaction
They want to adventure, create, and stay far from irate
Adults venture, prostrate, and gate
With the same events, day-by-day
It's a wonder how any love to stay
Squandering potential
With the mental fitness
Only an obsession if it makes no cash
Otherwise, a hustle, all of it is sad
How can adults defy the false guidelines?
Lines on the ground dictate our rarity, devoid of clarity
Placing our rewards on the mantle
To justify our pulse, an equal intake relation
No more salvation
Adults crave freedom
Children possess it
So we squander their development
And put it up to the elements
Chandy Aug 2022
A piece of nature
So natural
Behaving supernatural
Cutting down genius with a sickle
Fickle rage for temporary stages
Bringing relief and tears behind the scenes
Primal, urge for survival
How are animals thought to be reliable?
Chandy Aug 2022
Moral high grounds
Crumble to dust
When pressed through reality
For no man, not one
Will ever be good
Evil wears no hood
Because these labels, which we swear by
Large in size, fit for a demise
Madness is prescribed
We all step on heads to get by
No one is a hero, just people
Trying to be alive
Chandy Aug 2022
The beat of battle
Rides like a horse, no saddle
Vibrations, a raddle
Up the back of a venemous tassle
Chandy Jul 2022
No time for sympathy
Chasing ecstasy
Yet the trails we blaze
Leave generations in a haze
Maze with no sign, rewind
Turn back the clock before the hammer gets cocked
Blocked without a shot, here come the cops
Bang, click, vroom
Here comes the bloom
Trying to groom doom with a broom
All I consume brings the greatest of gloom
Consumed but no tomb, no womb
Womb-to-tomb, continuing slow
No energy left to further our growth
Foster the pace, laced with disgrace
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