I’m scribbling through life,
sketching scenes in my own eyes,
floating through the streets trying to survive,
as the world just goes by,
the day to day seems to mesmerize,
in a place so full of light.
My minds living a lie in this city full of smiles,
facade of growing roses,
in a world of sleeping hope,
how do you ignore the painful screams knocking on your borders,
when mother-earth is begging for some order?
Walking down the street,
grabbing your coffee,
I wonder if your mind wanders the globe each day like mine,
wishing you could change people’s lives,
making it easier for the oppressed to survive.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
I’m scribbling through life,
sketching scenes in my own eyes,
floating through the streets trying to survive,
as the world just goes by,
the day to day seems to mesmerize,
in a place so full of light.
My minds living a lie in this city full of smiles,
facade of growing roses,
in a world of sleeping hope,
how do you ignore the painful screams knocking on your borders,
when mother-earth is begging for some order?
Walking down the street,
grabbing your coffee,
I wonder if your mind wanders the globe each day like mine,
wishing you could change people’s lives,
making it easier for the oppressed to survive.
