Monday, April 11, 2011

Lost Paridigm

Sometimes the river got to flow
Emotions run deep
And you can let it go or my friend you will sink
I embellish these thoughts
My mind relishes the fact that I’m lost
I’m falling back places in this life’s course
Swamp full of obstacles and I’m caught up in the moss
Hurdles full of aptitude, soldiers full of force
Wilderness is so obscure and the compass is the cross
Don’t chain me to your ideas
Don’t lock me in your house
No water runs out your spouts
Your wisdom goes through droughts
You drown in your emptiness
But swim in all your faults
Drink nothing but tears
Eat only our fears
Your brain is what’s smeared all across the runway
Deadly was your potential like you engaging in gun play
Bullets have a mission to leave you were your brain lay
Russian roulette with a full clip
100 proof in the cup you sip
Evil as Kenivil and daring in the same trip
Darkness revolving the seat were you sit
The devil captain of your ship
So you’ll soon be back in that emptiness
Trying to stay afloat of gasps of last hopes
Seeing the ocean floor through rose colored goggles
Your last breath is a gloat
With that death we find hope