Poetic sky
That’s what I find.
Sifting through shit
Chaos of mind.
Signs, protests, imbalanced status quo
They all need a cause, but they don’t even know
If you say that souls are different
you’re condemned as “pro hate”
Till we’re left with no uniqueness
With no defining traits
So full of lies
People of earth
I’m worst of all
Why even try?
Hate, empty, nothing worth the effort
That’s what these nihilists would have us believe
Pandering to ignorant masses
Till we feel as bereaved as Jackie Onassis
Celebrities
Whom we worship
Told we’re nothing
What we SHOULD be
Make us a sex tape, sell us some clothes
Gotta sing, gotta dance, auto tune your soul
Our kids feel like nothing without fame
So they hurt themselves and others like it’s all just game
This is my poetic sky
This is what I always find
In the world and in the screens
within myself, so break the seams
