I have so much to give and so much ahead of me but I don’t know how to use it.
How do I know what’s right with failure calling my name out to quit.
So much greed and conniving dolts of beings.
When will they awaken from their chimera?
When you can’t keep their guaranteeing
But the only lucidity is their hysteria
How can we forget all hatred when it’s so salient?
They know nothing of adoration and eminence
Amusing how minds think so adolescent
I’ll take the ravine ones find umbrage
And sprout through the cracks as a flower
Out through earths rusted cage
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 4:10 AM UTC
I have so much to give and so much ahead of me but I don’t know how to use it.
How do I know what’s right with failure calling my name out to quit.
So much greed and conniving dolts of beings.
When will they awaken from their chimera?
When you can’t keep their guaranteeing
But the only lucidity is their hysteria
How can we forget all hatred when it’s so salient?
They know nothing of adoration and eminence
Amusing how minds think so adolescent
I’ll take the ravine ones find umbrage
And sprout through the cracks as a flower
Out through earths rusted cage
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