Exile

Exile

There comes a time when you feel less than person

Like you never belong anywhere and everywhere in particular

People are laughing yet crying inside

Walk the path with a split mind (Schizophrenic)

Our souls never seem to align with what is real

I may never get the chance to feel, what I deserve but at least I will have had consent to make my mind heard. Word. I get the feels for what good, bad, blues(Bipolar)

I still don’t have a clue to what I need to feel good on my insides

I just need you and you and more and more, by and by

You may never get the thoughts you had from yesterday

No matter how powerful

I take long walks across the quad so I can find peace from within myself

I sing so that It can ease the pain across the cultures and I get hot and cold at the same, so call it clamor

People are people and they devour in the dog eat dog such vultures

What is the mockery, debauchery, I need one to claim the victory.

Slowly losing consciousness, so forgetful of my memories (Alzheimers)