Ridicule fueled thoughts
Anxiety driven conjecture
My voice flutters across the crowd
Piercing their very being
Devouring the souls of my enemies
The winding spirits acknowledge the delivery of my
word
To the ears of the non-believers
Tears fill my eyes
For a reason that is not apparent to the audience
But obvious to me
I have pushed myself toward the trees
It all seems as if it will pay off
I dare not count my eggs before they hatch
I'd rather play with the chicks
Once filled with so much anger it began to create a
void inside me
I've since then moved to a different point in my
own progression and I've found happiness in a way...
I rather not name it
Because I fear it will go away
Leaving me confronted by misery
And forced to relive those harsh days, that I've
long forgotten...
A mere piece in the puzzle of life
To understand each of our own stories
In contrast to the bigger picture
We sometimes ignore it
Because it is this, which brings us, shame
It is irreprehensible
What the world has become
The rich will always be
But the poor are evolving
Opening up the flood gates of knowledge and
prosperity
Searching for what is believed to be
A better life
I question this and it's postulates
I've removed the edges clean off the paper
Which limits the cuts
Since my life is like an open sore, that seldom
heals
I go on and questions things that I don't agree
with
Because in the end I trust what I feel
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