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Cynical
Insensible
Intangible
World
The worlds a myth
No ones ever lived in it
You've ever hear anyone say
I love to live
And mean it?
The worlds a lie
Cynical
Insensible
Intangible
World
The worlds a myth
No ones ever lived in it
You've ever hear anyone say
I love to live
And mean it?
The worlds a lie
Today is a good day
Today is a day.
Its a day good enough for you to wake up and pray,
Let god know that you are thankful for him today.
You woke up today, why are you mad?
People should aspire to be themselves
Where did the masks get put on
Where did this all start
The root source will forever be unknown
Why are we as humans continuing this tyranny
All we have to do is
I sit here in this classroom thinking about what I could do
if I would do,
I came into in to the world and I knew who you were
But I didn’t know you
I slipped out of the womb battered and bruised and the only reason I lived was because of you
And yet I’m ungrateful
Running around hiding
Feet on ground
Head in the sky
Making plans for the future
When I am barely getting by
Just happy to be smiling
So lucky to be alive
Whether money grows on trees
Or I am begging on my knees
The royalty he desires
Burns brighter
Than any fire
The dreams he always had
Mislabeled as passing fads
Late nights, constantly wishing
For miracles that have been missing
I have placed this pen in a behemothic, spherical object,
Where it is not required to nest in the area it was assigned to,
But it has the option to wander around,
And perform what it desires.
The art of progression
Is something of enlightenment
The fact that you can evolve
And then involve your mind
In a split second
A fragment of your life
Becomes your whole
Time
Waisted
Why must you pull me back?
you evil thing tugging with a lion's brutality on the cords of my ankles.
then I cannot walk or run free.
and leap through those transparent but fierce and threatening walls of this cage.
