Our Lives
All I see is
Black ashes
Clouding up in the sky.
Dusts roaming
Everywhere and guilt
Foreclosures inside me.
Good things happen when you are
Happy, but
Insecurities and
Jealousy
Kills us inside.
Lying is even worse.
More and more the future darkens to
Nothing in sight.
Open your eyes.
People are here for you,
Quit whining.
Restart your lives,
Save special moments and you will
Truly be
Understood and the
Veins in your body
Will start to relax like a
Xylophone chiming into a fade.
You are getting there and all of the
Zooming in your head will slow down and become clear.
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