Poplar

I’m questioning so much my tongues pierced with question marks 

Deeper than an impulsive phase 

Pulling pulp from my impulses of phrase:

An embark 

Assimilate the Druid tree 

Pull myself apart 

Whats the meaning of separation 

Been almost 2 thousand days

Defined by the day of duration 

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Not a single day one remains 

Try to think back 

sky the in Cranes

So much to gain from pains 

But why is it, when I’ve looked in the eyes 

Of the suffering 

Lines tend to deepen in the skin 

So far within,

It’s changing dna 

Generational abuse 

Use of the kaleidoscope 

Using one eye 

Assure you it’s not the third 

Birds eye view from what you heard 

Obsessing over what you over heard 

Don’t feel enough, Xs and Os 

That’s why hashtags, become tic tac toe 

I still hear the alarm clock,

Keep telling me that your woke 

Even with teeth still find a way to choke 

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Wavering faith 

Law of attraction 

Pulling up in the wraith 

With the bass still blasting 

Those vibrations are only so strong 

For so long 

Been expanding my literature 

Got time for no songs 

As I sit in this 6 cornered room 

With a leather booklet 

More like a looking glass 

Put in past 

Accompanied by wood and brass 

Used to know 

Now all I really do is ask 

What happens when those piercings expand 

What’s not good,

Is to sit and watch the lines in my hand 

Hoping I can tight rope n balance my way to success 

Physical matter had me thinking I had less 

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I stuck my diamonds back in the ground 

Now I got more 

Isolation drove me off shore 

I’m staring out at west and fort cove 

Still smelling the embers of nov

Knew it was just about winter 

This years different I feel real transitions 

It’s too late, to be having premonitions

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I’m scared for my dawg 

He trapped in the fog 

His own shadows haunting him like a ground hog 

Ya see dawg 

I’m wondering if change and growth are 

synonyms 

I can run from home, but when homes from within 

Best I can do is make myself spin 

You know where I’m at 

Wipe your feet on the mat 

Dirt all in the house 

I had enough with that 

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I’ve been shook 

Question marks have been fish hooks 

Although I’m getting pulled out of water 

Placed on land 

I don’t know exactly where I stand 

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I won’t sit and watch the lines in my hand