The day is bended Blended by monotony humdrum foot steps Upon the heel of then The view is aging A translation in spectrum Burnt tasting inhalation my The world aflame As always we All face away
Herald this golden new Era in which We The whole of Us Side be side sharing A culmination of such limitless these Wiser ways of living Sustainable priorities possible Be Mindful with methods and practice love, patience Usher in A place for all For all at long last time is and is yet present, A gift, treasured existence disrobe this, our making manifesting greedful, peril A day is soon to pass Dangerously proportionate As upon such precipice Not seen for lack of remembering Forseen and fortold Today or tomorrow Forever in the balance Choose.
My mind is pressed upon Imagine sinking phantoms Such pressure crushing But there where light is memory The scalpels behind these eyes As if held by ruthless thought Are killers that attack in the bright light situations and then Writing.. then... Is out down... To rest my eyes and to end this ******* head ache again
Tried at this Sharing Wool like sweaters Warmth Perspective scoping vantage To find inconclusively Life is lived conscious But mostly Busy and rushed Lived either way
The passenger, me. Riding and witnessing Life, mine. Archaic tools to do So little injustice How it is, I am. The very perspective My view, I Driven to enlighten you The rest, them So I try shining Brightly, me See me, lighting You, don't. Why try, me I