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today i stand and stare at time
how it passes steadily
it is finishing us one second at a time
even when we dont give in readily

it feels strange as it keeps ticking away
is hair greying equal to soul enlightening
the body is just petals that are withering away
is there a light inside thats constantly brightening

as i grow older i am left with more questions
no one with answers, no place to find them
as i look inside i keep having realizations
that answers are made with life poured in them

a fallen arm and a broken bone
yells of pain deep in tone
gushing blood turning everything red
but a will  to live beyond the tears shed

in the night its so dark outside
in plainsight one can hide
those buried parts need no showing off
that face neednt hide what words say of

i see a tree thats towering so high
the shade is enough to make the sun shy
i lay beneath thinking, asking questions why
is the tree so giving even when we make it cry

the mother grips her childs hand ever so tight
there are cars speeding at a change of light
theres fear in her heart and sweat in her hand
her eyes scan the road for hours end

the child has no clue what's going on
he looks at his hand that is reddening on
the sweat makes his hand slip, he cant believe his luck
he runs free from pain into a speeding truck

in life i get most things the moment i click
theres groceries, clothes even an artificial dick
there's love i pour for your modified pic
as my copassenger likes the pic of  the same chick

as i sit beside you i wonder
we arent the same
our clothes are different
smells, words and tastes
our worlds are apart
values, beliefs and hates
how can i carry care
for you in my heart
for when comes despair
i dont want to be the subject
of your thoughts
on smells, words and tastes
and the reason for you to say
why should i care

lets spray blood on these walls and call it art
it might be gory but hey, its a start
what most people value is mostly pain
before it gets washed up by the miserable rain

i hate this, abhor his and loathe the very thought
that youre different and a twisted juggernaut
your difference isnt variety its a sickening drought
of shallow feelings, ideas, borrowed and bought

why is it you and your existence my experience
why isnt it people who say yes and swear allegiance
i hate the fact that youre parallel and fucking new
ive learnt and grown but fuck you

i kept thinking in love id fall
thered be just spring and no fall
but that lover never came and ive been hurt is all
ill still wait, this aint final call

but what if no one was meant to come
me waiting in love is how I learnt some
redness in roses is not just my lovers lips
its beauty in creation and all its gifts

there's a window and i see a man
he sits there all day and sees life pass him by







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