There he sat
right across from me
under my roof
uninvited
His presence alone triggered a rage
that before him was never known
His words slithered from his lips
Far from anything genuine
hanging in the air heavily
incessantly striking and pressing me
and I flinched at the notion he's been here for years
I saw him before through my families tears
It's surely the game that I oppose
but when you can put a name to it
this illusion grows
that you could take the life from it...

Temptations have left me forsaken
but my will was only shaken
shortly leaving some mistaken
that I would falter to the poison of my generation
I seek salvation
In a place built upon degradation
I pick at the foundation
Wishing for a system malfunction
The gears have given me an allergen
The pushed solution cut with acetaminophen
To numb the blind into oblivion
A wise man seems much like an alien
Corruption rises as the population lays down
Praising kings without a crown
Pasting plastic smiles over the town
This massive break from reality has really paid off
The fruits we'll never see and rich we'll never be
No matter how much cash you receive
Consider your soul far out of reach

I catch fleeting glimpses of light
in this estranged wasteland of fight and flight
The streets are winding in circles and I am mindful of the cracks
As I walk alone experiencing turbulence

Though I have a lot of endurance
and chase the dawn in pursuit to advance
I have grown weary in many ways
Those fleeting glimpses maybe illusions of gain

Faces morph and contort
taunting me as I pass
and I keep my gaze grounded
For the sky knows nothing of heaven

What is this place that I've been disgraced to?
I wonder how many see the world as I do
but there is no one to share my thoughts of despair
So I keep treading along fully aware

It's as if I've been shocked
My mind a live wire
I wonder how and why my dreams expired
For a cynic I never dreamt to be

But against my best
The darkness found me
and pierced my sight unwillingly
****** me of all tranquility

Who sold me this rotten seed?

each limb stays still
stuck to the soft sheets
not willing to move

my stomach rumbles
with no desire to eat
no longing for water
but anger of emptiness

never ending thoughts
repeat with a huge
to-do list accumulating
creating jitters displayed
by bouncing limbs

I am conflicted
unsure of my true feelings
but fully aware of
my ill health and
my wishes to get
so much done

warmth invades
each particle
each desire
each breath as
i long to change
like the soil
sprouting new buds
giving life to
magnificent beauties
clarifying for me that
the time is now
the season is here
for every step i make
holds purpose