Mixation-Sensation

a tornado of pathetic emotions twirl into a mess 
ring out the excess leaving behind a crusted dry stain

whatever and whateva 
im not wasting time to give a damn 
DAMN straight you know what im talking bout 

hah! 

paper back dreams and the constant scissors that snip at them
i may want nothing more then a simple thought come true
instead the giant fist in the sky raises its weight down upon me
no dreaming no wishes no hopes and no thoughts of it all coming true
just impalements of rules upon rules guiding this unrelished living
with choice there is consequences and in this case the hand takes its case
and really pounds me good, no movement, no growth, just punishments
its all been swiped from underneath me, i will not be given a thing
no help, no reasoning, like a prisoner ive been shamed and filtered 
with a red stamp on the face no one will trust nor considerate
little dreamer may shine but remains in a box
never released never to reclaim life
as her own, ever again.  


 

over slept. over dreamt. 

live it learn it leave it