I couldn't catch a hint
But that addiction
It was something I couldn't miss
No, it didn't even have to hit me
My saving grace just lay
Out there waiting because it knew
How much I couldn't resist things
Oh, what a gift!
All I had to do was wake and
There it was waiting
Right in front of my face
I opened my eyes and
Rolled to the side and
Felt what I could only tell was
Some high feeling pulsing
Through my veins and pushing
Inside my brain and slowing
My aching, overbaking, mind
One thought at a time
Dissolving into thin air
I could feel it tangle through my hair
Until it escaped and wafted above me
Attached itself to my ceiling
Challenged me to my being
I couldn't answer but it knew, see
How every right and wrong I looked for
Right then crawled out from under
My bed and spilled on the floor
And all I had to do was pull myself up and
Go swimming through carpet influx
Yet it was the tide I could be far from
And my arms weren't fit for some
Triathlon fed by blocked neurons
Stuffed synapses had the curb put on
Their appetite for my preferable style
Of fighting my way through this while
Carving insanities into walls and
Praying that I'll wake up to a tomorrow
With just me and my songs
And my friends and my dog
And our smiles and care and laughter
And shared times spent sinning in
The eyes of our mothers and fathers
But we were just growing on our own time
Finding peace in our hearts and state of mind
We are just searching for a new kind
Of way to live without having to sign
Our lives away to some far away man
In a suit who will forever try to trap us
In his grasp and in his back trash
He hates when I figure his plans out
Which is why he provided me a soul guard
Keeping my destructive ideas in check so
They don't come get in his way of
Making sure I'm just another obeyer
Of some plan he came up with while
No more sober than I've been allowed
In the eyes of the bigwigs we're just
Children lost on our ways but
They can condition us to be numb
Forget the purposes Mother gave us
Live in rules She's refusing in hatred
But they will never kill our true freedom
I sing words of thorough disagreement
Sir, you can make me a vegetable in action
But these synapses will never fail to be active
i had to wait to read this one so i could focus on it lol. i like it a lot. specially cause im always trying to rhyme things all traditional like but u mix it up a bit and still make it flow.
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ReplyDeleteevery once in a while these things come out. i'm not a huge fan of tradition, though most of the time that's how it ends up.
i try to focus more on rhythm than rhyme though, personally. some people get all worked up when the words don't match but, i sit counting syllables on my fingers more often than that haha