No home
No water or food
Not enough sleep
And you still walk
No mother
No friendship
No form of love
And it's what you still talk
Not enough to survive
Not enough to ever excel
Nothing but sorrow
And you still treat people well
They have it all
More then they could ever imagine
Yet wickedness is what they always yell
What they did with being privileged will lead to their defeat
It's amazing they had the dream
And you out of all survived walking with no shoes on your feet.
Friday, 23 October 2015
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Believe it or not
Art can be made out of that misery you've been experiencing for most of your life.
Monday, 12 October 2015
On the Go
I want to go down like the sun
and rise in different places
Turn like the earth does
Always see different faces
There's a cloud over my head
I feel gloomy
because I need new sensations
This area knows me far to well
and I know the ins and outs
Sees me weekly walking at night
She always hears what i'm crying about
I'm tired of venting to her
I would like to talk to someone else
Maybe the'll show me something different
and that sight might help
Somewhere new to sleep
Somewhere new to always go
I'm to young to settle
when I'm old i'll get a home
Maybe its because i'm young
why I hate things that are familiar
Life is an amusement park
the spontaneous does not like what is linear
and so I Hate rides that feel the same
that's why when you called again
I never came
That's a warning you should never trust
Those whom sit and ponder
about their wanderlust
because they'll never belong to anyone
they're free spirits they cannot stay still
doing so would probably kill
their imagination and what's left of their soul
They worship nature
The elements is what keeps them whole
We apologize but we need to be on the go
Art by: Darcilio Lima
B.W
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