Flow like a
River to the
How I have abused your
Unassuming welcome –
Ravished receptacle for my
And should a child make it
To the densely packed production line,
There are no lifetime guarantees
No best before, or after birthday dates
Supply outcries demand.
But demand increases should you move
Within the factory floor,
Be placed onto the packaged line
Or stamped and wrapped:
“For Family Wealth”
we cry the same tears
and wash the same pains
but we are not one
and yet here we remain.
Roots finding no soil
A mind lingers in turmoil
An endless journey
Unable to flee
I stare at the noise, drawn to the void,
Conversations that I’ll craftily avoid;
I’ll walk off the earth, dying since my birth,
Keep running till my bones hit the dirt.
Under the shower, let the hotness devour,
And the water sink into my eyes like a rotten flower;
I’ve got the deadest face, I’m just a waste of space,
I’ll let my heart run free as my soul loses grace.
Each of us ponders life’s reason
looking deep within our own soul
We follow each path and season
that vainly we seek to control
Falling Down a Tunnel
I’m falling down a tunnel
it’s slippery like a slide
it’s way too dark in here
there’s no light from outside.
There’s no way to get out
there’s no way to get back
the walls are wet and cold
I’m frightened of the black.