a hole
void of light
dwelling in hellish mental wells
with no fight, flight or rational
weeeeelllllll,
.....
oh well....
man,
acclimated to dirt ceilings/sealings,
and
unless stars are aligned
will be born dead before found alive
roots from life
hang over head,
..
..fuck em..
..
just empty promises
from another dead
so,
sit in solitude
a solemn wreck
show helping hands,
real neglect
to uncover this hovel.?
no shovel will do
even
a sympathy symphony
wont let light shine through
Empower.
manifest mountain-tops
from bottom rocks-once-kicked
blossom bottle-rock-ets
from sticks, stones,
and,
thoughts of home
illuminate
cold dismal walls
elucidate
ambitious calls
burst forth reborn
alter the skyline
with mind
refined
you can do anything
you put your mind to
look in the mirror
say im just tryna find you