Introvert with many questions.
Slip into fates fine direction
Of heat that sweet
And feet that ache
Of growing pains see the seasons change.
Of lies that fall
On common ears
Believed in tribes far from here
Speak onto many
With poise and grace
And make ghe choice to
Slowly change
The voice you hate
That rumbles loud
Is false beliefs
You feed the clouds
It goes around and befuddles
Masses
If seeking change
You have first to ask it
You want the truth
Free from strife.
The packaged deal
Reveal your lies.
Live with purpose
Certain faith
And find the worth
Against your current grain