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Lion that I once saw


Sadness flows through every drop of tear, That glides elegantly across your face The loud splash that no one can hear, Splish splash , splish splash in its own rhythmic pace Those drops turn to fear That traps you in a big emotional case Now your confined, In your own mind, That's aligned, To societies crooked time, So they whined, This clock, But every tick or tock, Is beautiful like the sound of a wind chime We camouflage, The lies with laws That digs deep into our flesh like a lions claws But instead I'm grabbing the lion by its paw So I can be one with the lion that I once saw
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