The Air I Breathe

Wed, 09/25/2013 - 14:31 -- shady95

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I just woke up from my dreams
Dreams of perfection
When in reality nothing in life is perfect
Dreams are but a fabrication
Like the promises of this nation
I feel the peaceful ambience as I walk outside
See the leaves turn orange so I know its a sign
There's a war seven seas away from me and they want me to pick a side
I pick the side with
2 fingers up
Not two guns up
If actions speak louder than words
Then wheres the explanation to this violence?
I'm talking about fathers looking for their sons
And sons looking for their fathers
Fathers become martyrs and leave widowed wives with their scarred daughters
It's gotten to the point where you can't read or watch the news because you've lost sight of is and isn't true
Is what isn't true really false to you?
My mind becomes tempted to change the subject
Let's talk about love and it's effects on the mind
I've been thinking a lot lately
A sprinkle of stress and lack of rest
I feel the pumping of my heart slow down in my chest
What is this?
Is this love or is this death?
Interlocking of the eyes
What's the point of liking a person if they don't like the things you like?
My mind switches back to the political fights
I don't want to list countries because every place has its struggle
Lack food and more killing leads to a lack of life
Bring me back to life
From my dreams where I dream of better today's and tomorrows
Next week is uncertain
Yesterday was filled with sorrow
Elementary words for these complex thoughts
Typewriting my heart out in this apartment complex
On the corner of my heart and the avenue of my brain
Brain cells being broken down because I'm hitting my head
Heading out of my way to make sure I rest
And I rest with a slowed down beating in my chest
Look at me in the eyes and tell me the truth
You look down and you look around
Your actions have spoken to me
Now actions speak louder than words
But don't words speak louder than action
Maybe they both speak louder than each other
Overlapping their voices until all you hear is noises
I rush out of my room
To get some fresh air
But the man smoking next to me makes it harder for me to clear out these smoky thoughts
Smoky thoughts have become the norm
Second hand thinking while others think for themselves
Getting diagnosed with ignorance and testing positive for corruption
This world is a disease and the people are the vaccine
But they've gotten so used to being sick that they refuse to be free.

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