Transcended filters
Converted to humming and whispers
On a violet sunset kind of evening
All those bagged lifters

Indecisions you ought
Not to drop and decide
Not to hit the road
Less traveled and abide

You take the kinder approach
No shortcuts or take overs,
Patience in your ammunition
Never taking chances ever.

Doing the bad thing,
Is this the real life you’ve wanted
And you’re young enough to **** this ****
But old enough to take things for granted.