Call it a necklace, noose, lead or leash
that we willfully wear
as under the poke and ****
of societies brand we still let it steer.
Living for Friday Saturday and *Sinday
throwing rain at the clouds
while we let time trickle away wastefully
out the hour Glass.
But when going against the grain
is like running into a sand storm,
we would rather let the days die
like they weren't worth remembering
Like a vapour, memories fade away
In a clumping mass of evaporating
grey
Then
call me a fool for standing in a sand storm
traping trickling time
in the hour glass
faster than it falls as I make
Many more colorful memories.
Gaze as I turn the dam ocean upside down
Repouring the rain I caught into the clouds
As I burn the tie
fray the noose
loosen the lead
leave the leash round societies neck
And I burn it with my own brand.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC
Call it a necklace, noose, lead or leash
that we willfully wear
as under the poke and ****
of societies brand we still let it steer.
Living for Friday Saturday and *Sinday
throwing rain at the clouds
while we let time trickle away wastefully
out the hour Glass.
But when going against the grain
is like running into a sand storm,
we would rather let the days die
like they weren't worth remembering
Like a vapour, memories fade away
In a clumping mass of evaporating
grey
Then
call me a fool for standing in a sand storm
traping trickling time
in the hour glass
faster than it falls as I make
Many more colorful memories.
Gaze as I turn the dam ocean upside down
Repouring the rain I caught into the clouds
As I burn the tie
fray the noose
loosen the lead
leave the leash round societies neck
And I burn it with my own brand.
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