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Back to the regular
For whatever that means
No need for binoculars
To see the unseen
Cat’s out of the bag
And it’s a damn tiger
I wanted the truth so bad
Now it’s nothing to admire
Prior to the fire that makes times dire
I had a childhood, I had innocence
Now with some type of perspective
Nothing seems to make sense
I guess all I got to do now is live
But I ask myself how
Cuz I got so many doubts
Like when a child is born
It can be addict or a whore
Or a cold killer or a thief
A billionaire or someone to teach
Whatever their curriculum is
It’s kind of odd my point of view is this
Who can offer their gift for a lift
Of spirit or anyone’s dreams?
To make one believe in doing anything
It’s more than a responsibility
It more of the will in me
We might have creative differences
But either way we must create
A way to make a difference
This is the choice that would make
The world a better place
Love is all we need
Look for its source and believe

As time slips

I’m reaching the final hour
I need help, Imma yell louder
I gotta fight, can’t be no coward
Time is slipping to the outer…
Realms
Only time will tell
If I can’t save others but myself
I will always put up that “L”
With the “A”, together with the C.A.
You only live once, there is no replay
But I simply can’t sit and wait to see
I will charge into time and faithfully
Believe that the grandfather clock
Will stop the tic and the tock
My heart beats to the hip and the hop
My blood is cleansed of the sin by the cross
But time seems to evade me
I have to struggle daily
Because what eludes me isn’t the illusion
Of becoming materialism’s new king
As a listen to the wind
Life isn’t what you envision
It’s doing something the fills in
The hole where something is missing
Once your destiny you’re fulfilling
You become whole
But time is slipping
It’s leaving my grasp
My breathing is gasp
My season has passed
No meaning to last
Unless I press for progression
Perfection of the conditions
Of the living in this system
We call life
Where pain paints the picturesque
And the rivers flow crimson
Poor, peasant, peon, proletariat
Chasing time chastises the choice of a chariot
To take me away
But I have to stay
To find my way
To win this game I play
Called Life
Slipping is the time
What is being in one’s prime?
When by being socially even is odd?
It adds up strife, and subtracts God
As I hear the souls sing
I get into the boxing ring
Lace up, and with time I box
Jab, hook, uppercut
I’m shook and in shock
Can it finally be when I’m going down?
Find the inner strength to go another round
After 12, the chime of the bell
Grandfather comes out and tells
All eyes in the middle
I’m exhausted, to the point where I might shrivel
But the might inside gives me the energy little
To see him give me the answer to my riddle
He looks onto the score card
The winner is…
suddenly everything goes dark

In the midst silence
The world erupts into violence
Time devises a plan
that defies the man
And his will for what’s righteous

Will time end up destroying me?
Quite possibly
How do I stop this monstrosity?
That is constantly haunting me
Step up, fight, and think positively

As time slips, and my ink drips
My instinct might be take some sips
And say “FUCK THIS SHIT”
But what I gotta do is just forgive
This is life, don’t be surprise what life gives
Especially as time slips