Flowing down the river of attention,
a young boy cries.
Begging for a home.
Screaming for help.
Soaring on the wind that is greedy,
an old man lies.
He's so charismatic.
Scamming every life.
Falling from the skies of beauty,
a woman races.
She has deadly speed.
The impact is coming.
Floating in the ocean that is empty,
is a mind that can no longer think.
It can not connect.
It can not find its self.
Living on the ground that is wary,
is a now tired teenage boy.
He looks tough, he's weathered the pain.
But he is not okay.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
Flowing down the river of attention,
a young boy cries.
Begging for a home.
Screaming for help.
Soaring on the wind that is greedy,
an old man lies.
He's so charismatic.
Scamming every life.
Falling from the skies of beauty,
a woman races.
She has deadly speed.
The impact is coming.
Floating in the ocean that is empty,
is a mind that can no longer think.
It can not connect.
It can not find its self.
Living on the ground that is wary,
is a now tired teenage boy.
He looks tough, he's weathered the pain.
But he is not okay.
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