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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Just a Taste

I'm done with the birds,
The rain,
The clouds
And the sky.
The tears have dried up and so has the tide.
People stare in wonder and just ask themselves why?
But I know the answer its just far out from their sight.

Why care when the sky falls if you've known how to fly?

And why wait for heaven when we were all born to die?

I'm educated in the mind.
Future has its own shine.
Sunglasses don't do shit so i'm buying me some blinds.
I can match words together light it up and make it rhyme.
Two metaphors in one just follow the signs.
Get yourself in line,
Don't sit back . . .
Be a user.
Your potential is waiting so don't ever abuse her.
Cuz you're needing her like they need power to a computer.
These kids that give up are all just a pack of losers.
Living as a sinner,
Throwing the towel down and dishing in before dinner.
Never called a winner.
Always taking blank shots,
Labeled as an undirected shooter.
Curious in my view so just know that I'm the future.




They come and go like the rain. . . but there's somthing different about you,
It'll never be the same.
Never be the same like a chemical change.
That life is outta sight its way outta my range.
I'm so off target, cuz i'm missing you.
My life is being flipped idk what to do.
It's not like i'm a gymnast
these flips i cannot withstand.
I wish there was a guide on how to be a man. . .
That book must've fell down a portal.
Because in this age the world's lost all morals.

So many people that we've met.
With no footprints left,
No interaction involved and that's a thing we regret.
But we all feel the same thing,
Always yearning for something more.
Wishing we did something different or had more open doors.

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