Life isn’t perfect
It’s far from it ..
Ninety percent of the time
I am stressed to fuckery about
What’s coming next
What’s already harmed me
Things that I can not control !
Yet I allow them to burden my life
It’s hard not to ..
But for that ten percent of the time
That is absolutely ******* perfect
I let that **** consume me
I let the lessons wash over me
Because...
That simple perfection
is not something that is worked for
It comes naturally
through love
and through humanity
In those small pieces of life
That exhilarate me to my bones
Extends the breath and the blood
That pulses through my body
It’s that ten percent
That makes it all worth while x
NatNat

All of the lunatics
Are running unashamed
The crisis is wounded
With pain and calamity
Washed ashore
The tides Mixing
madness with vanity
The asylum has been unleashed
With the unawareness of the beast
Now everyone is looking
For absolution and release
The clemency of some
Is like firing the gun
But only aiming
At one..
And asking for forgiveness
Without a plausible witness
They behave how they are treated
And In the masses they retreat
Screaming for defeat..
Because the madness
Wants to win
And where a sane man stands
On the palm of his hands
There’s only a few
That will ever understand...
Cut against mirrors
To make it all clearer
Sanctuary’s in a mad mans mind
Life is but a whisper
Holding time like a prisoner
And your left looking for yourself
The whole time x
NatNat

It’s just an instant
And I lose my courage
A little bit of distance
And I fail to flourish
Just a few words
To shoot me down
A few little tears
Turn a smile
To a frown
Illusion of an empire
Made purely by heart
And I used all that I had
To make sure it didn’t fall apart
Precautions and experience
Mixed with a misled wisdom
And truth
I’ve been trying to fix it
Since my untamed and erratic youth
A second alone
And the loneliness sets In
A minute of quiet
And all I hear is silence
A moment of mayhem
And I am back to my truth
Living in consequence
My scars my proof
Each day I wake up
And I promise to be strong
Promise to make a difference
For all of your wrongs
Here I am
What is this strength ?
You can’t see me
Because your already gone
And I am left
Trying to sew myself
From being torn
Maiden of misery
I balk at the thought
Each day a new mystery
And love is self taught x
NatNat