And we keep on fighting
Teeth and ****** nail

Hair ripped
Out

Lip fat with a
Quick left punch

Heat beating from your
Sweat dripped
Skin

Satisfaction

Worthwhileness

These things

To prove
That this life
Is worth

A

****

If you've got nothing to show
Nothing to die for
Nothing to say to oneself
Under a hot hushed
Breath

Then

What's the

Point?

I was not born to be a machine

I was born to live the life of a man

I was born to live

To die

To honor a life I did not choose to begin

But I see millions of faces
Concerned about
The million other
Moving faces

And everything makes such
Clear but
Peppered
Sense to me

Truth is in a droplet of rain
Resting in the womb
Of a newly sprouted tree leaf

Truth stares from one of the Greats
Early works

Not from the glare
Of quick screen smile
Promoting a life unreal

Stories are told today
In a fashion
That only makes the masses fat

We are getting very

Easy

We are getting

Very very

Easy

And as I lay back with my eyes
Towards a sky I know I'll
Never journey through

I am curious what,

If there be one,

Will be our wake up call?