Lost in thought
I struggle to wake,
Breathing in your toxic conclusions
false preconceptions,
Notions of refuge, receding to nothingness.
Steadfast is my disposition,
To go with what I believe,
Rather than what they say.
Because the judge will always lay verdict
While the judged may only plea.
And the plea is always guilty
When it’s coming out of me.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
Lost in thought
I struggle to wake,
Breathing in your toxic conclusions
false preconceptions,
Notions of refuge, receding to nothingness.
Steadfast is my disposition,
To go with what I believe,
Rather than what they say.
Because the judge will always lay verdict
While the judged may only plea.
And the plea is always guilty
When it’s coming out of me.
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