Here we stand
And hustle and work and feel
With chemical and soul and heart.
Passion that fills our every being
Passion, the stem of evil
And we are but the leaves.
Thriving off love that radiates
And enlightens the surface of our Hell.
We are labeled petal by petal
As we shrivel and fall to the dirt.
Of which we have yet to experience
For we still dangle from the stem
Which we grew from,
Even if we grow no more.
There’s one too many things I never thought about
He traveled on a train and no on complains every time he shouts.
They understand but don’t know
They realize it’s incredibly tense
There’s so many stories in his screams.
And he knew everything by knowing nothing.
He searches a thousand years for answers
But all along they were inside of him.
He thought he was one step ahead
But was really one step behind for his own good.
There’s so many aspects and not enough time.
I can’t show you, but you can feel it.
What’s in your mind?
Those are my two favorites that I’ve written recently. :)
