Not in the mood
How could you be?
Life gets boring focusing on pointless things
By tonight to add
Days turn sad
Where was the moment of happiness
Tragic that the list buries in necessities
People's progression creeps haunting abilities
Of what turned to blessings
Already prepared for the lesser it brings
Toke and steam
Bury in the beans
They wait for you at the end and it treats
Beyond what fear meets
Wrong in expectation may teach
But the skill to gain
Leaves no one to blame
Questioning the brain for traits I made
Insane
It’s too late in life
Going back in time is Regal
When the dreamer becomes lethal
Answers become unbelievable
The choice for ignorance or freedom
Wanting to be one
Easy the decision made
Until action reaps the assumption claimed
What a day, unknown is where it will stay.
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Sol Devereaux
Coach | Student | Las Vegas | I like to express my mind.
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