You’d think we’d learned the lesson making friends with oppression and suppression, a blessing in disguise, open eyes see clearly, a warm hearts left broken will cost us dearly, nearly there, half aware, I should have met friends with a blank stare, act like I hadn’t had a care in the world, thoughts hurled in the bin, keep the stories thin, edit out the sin, fools can’t handle it, keep it slim, slip streamed to the archive, I find it funny, people know the truth but still smile contained, it must be plain patterned secrets, used as tools, slight pressure on a bruise, pick myself up and cruise, got better things to do, away from the hum of the computers, urban life, finding respite, dodging commuters, vibe vampires in trendy styles can confuse us, we shut out shrill cries.
Much respect to Mother Nature, she loves you, she’ll take care of you.
Jack of all trades, the master of none, universal spirit curing things going wrong, the lessons flow like blessings from the tip of this tongue, the essence flows like message when expelled from the lung, on topics really pressing the tons, of webs too highly strung, far flung, from the from the natural hum, another ladder, climb higher than lateral, trading eyes for collateral, trying to battle, the heart strings clinging to things too trim to cover the shiver, poisons processed by the liver, another arrow straight from the quiver, Sagittarius delivers, the message embittered, more hard earned than modern we’re hardened by the elements, a flower in concrete, adapt and overcome.
