I Stand at the edge of life’s nocturnal dream,
Staring down i see my past life flowing in an endless stream.
With visions of my ambitions that were led astray
I fall down to my knees, so let’s pray.
Let us pray for the hope, that manifest as we cope,
Just to cope in a cage as long as we can’t elope.
We breathe in the subtle levels of reality, constructed by pain,
stained by the corruption of society, we attempt to sustain.
I got questions to ask about our human past
Why is it that we think only cash can make our happiness last.
We sin and consume on simple fast track
But only the ones that prayed will have the last laugh.
So god im tryin to understand why you ever built a man
when we sift through emotions like sand in a mans hands
Since we cant escape society,
I urge you to find a way to emancipate your thoughts
that dissipate from the tears we negatively brought.
Like me: I find solace between the bars of this cell
a literary spell where the pain will repel.
So, I stay laced on page, where only the words are caged,
But the illiterate ways of my conscious faze,
Conveys my thoughts in ways, unknown as maze.
But on top of this page, with my lecturing rage,
i cry out for salvation in this translucent cage.
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