Every time I try and write, my mind is a broken book.
Torn out pages, scratched vinyl, I keep skipping the same hook.
feels like my life’s slipping away faster than I’d dare look.
I Guess in this game of chess called living, I’m simply another rook.
We are all comics on the universal shelf of knowledge.
So to this unique verse of self,
I stand to pay homage .
(To acknowledge)
That in this fabric of races
(we’re all cut from the same cloth)
Nothing New under the sun
(we all drink from the same source)
we’re all charting the same course,
trying to reach as far as the ‘I’ can see..The I in you, (M.E) my energy,
(so we’re meant to be free…)
as far as the mind can reach,
cos life’s likes to play hide and seek.
And what it seeks is just little piece of the sweat of your hide.
Seems every goal is a challenge,
and every challenge has turned to a grind.
And every grind is a desert,
when you think you’ve made it,
you realise there’s another dune to climb.
Just reaching your limit,
only to find out,you’ve only done about half the ride.
Half the fight,
(heart /brain collide)
Feel that churn in your gut,
You know right then that’s its
time to decide:
Get up, fight, or run for your life,
Better pick a side cos things are black and white and there’s no more space on the grey line…
That’s the type of us that are blessed with the curse to do both at the same time.
with no place to hide,
IT’S FIGHT AND FLIGHT.
stomp a crater in the earth
as we shoot to the sky…
Knomad24 