Imprecise Impressions
Trust me, you don’t want to know
The thought that just flew through my head
A game of quid pro quo with the status quo
This cache of nostalgia makes my dread drop dead
I keep craving for resolution
“Who am I”, I keep dissecting
As I find my path to retribution
“Who are they”, I keep suspecting
The axioms out there symbolize a double meaning
Whilst I tend to some faith healing; I wonder with a sense of unfeeling
I scuffle in dismay if my acumen turns out cliché
My shadow feels subhuman displaying a form of decay
People often explicate that they don’t judge
I jest intermittently when I see them grudge
Cynicism and sentimentality color my thinking quite a bit
A bit of skepticism, a bit of rationality makes it easy enough to take a hit
The wise guy always says “Look the world straight in the eye”
My mind keeps wondering why...
“An eye for eye turns the whole world blind”