Thursday, September 29, 2016

Mirages

When the one above pulls your sleeve off because their a rug
Got drugged out trying to make sense again
To in to be a better person
But it's worse when the worms missle guided on purpose
Even though it's all in order
All departments no borders
No treaties no expulsions
Last leg left back laid on thighs with surprise
Made nothing from my demise besides two open eyes
Two tones what's the definition while my guys losing his throne
Really it's just a bummer
All made family but all see better then me
Is it headed to the red
Do I shuffle farther from the ledge
I jump
I quit
I step down
I'm blitzed
I'm really just a miss with the distance of bliss
I wish
I messed up
I know
I've Never had to be coached just always be right
So I try and train but no train for I
I'm stuck at the station just waiting
Watching fellow passengers go to routes yet unseen
I'm sitting where I don't live
I'm posing two threats
I'm enjoying most webs
I'm struck by the scenery
I hope it's not mean to me because I mean who I am
I really do
I want to be a neutral space for distaste and rebates
See your friends till the end
A position is a superstition and what they tell just to say yes
You'll find yourself behind or in foreign locations
I'm only frustrated because I left something great
But I was caged in
I'll break you down and get you stocked
I'm a step further
I'll get you robbed
Bye job.

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