When did it become instinct to **** in my stomach when I speak
As if my words were something that needed to be contained
And my body ashamed
When did I start believing that being curvaceous
Meant I couldn't be vivacious
That I needed to hide
And lose my pride
As if my weight defined
Who I could be
And my tummy would remind
That that everyone could see
My imperfections
These are my confessions
I am self aware
I care
About others judgements
And the way that I am perceived
So I try to make adjustments
Yet I never succeed

Time, as it's measured, within lengths in-between
Wondering things.
Like "How much can i see?"

          "I think too much."
       "Stop trying so hard."

Confusion, insight.
Am i done with this chore?

For every thought we have thought,
More time has been measured.
And all the measurements passed,
Moving on, never tethered.

Every new idea, arriving in this sea of perception,
Adds more and more still,
And no limit is given.

Each seed sprouts more.
Hundreds it seems,
In pursuit, never ending


On eternity's wing.

Lyricism, is always fun
to play with.
Going with the natural
flow of conciousness,
And not being conscious
Of the never ending film
Of life.
Living as it is
And know how,
How to be, is. Never
Questioning what you know,
But knowing what you know
Is as much as you know
For that second.

Who would've thought
The voice of ignorance
was so potent,
That the eyes of justice
were blindfolded
And the path to becoming conscious was hidden...
Who would've thought
That even a self driven optimistic could fail,
That a vision was just a dream
or that a prisoner could love his cell.
Contrary to popular belief
there's snow in hell
the Devil's cold as Ice
or so we tell,
What if he was a myth and so was god,
That doesn't take the fact
out of the wars we fought,
It wouldn't justify
The things we think we thought,
Or refund the things we didn't need
but still bought.
Humans...are gullible in nature
Giving their strings
To whoever promises
To yank them straighter
and believing in anyone
With the title of "a creator"
...think of the life's wasted
Don't get me wrong I believe in God,
I just don't believe in hatred,
Aint that the main reason why we ****?
It can't be in God's name,
cuz she gave us free will.