I can’t afford not to speak
But can’t afford not to act
And if you’d tell me you’d just go
‘Cause you can’t afford not to leave
Then I won’t tell you to stay
Though I know very well
That you’d leave me so sick
If you haven’t thought about me,
Then I’d tell you
That I, I thought about you
But if you never wanna see me
I still wanted to see you
But if you’d tell me to just go
And stay so far far far away
I’d still wait for that moment
That you’d forgive me someday
Times may never be back
And im shattered out of luck
To look forward,to go on
Is a resistance out of shock
And there were nights and there were times
When I just wanted peace
That when I sleep and when I snore
I grew out of all my sores
So I did sleep myself one day
In a hot and sunny May
To have peace of mind which I can’t define
To get the clue of what’s in line
I’ve traveled too far
Way back way back when
I used to smile and laugh aloud
While my heart was once so proud
With all my people sorrounding me
I knew I was secured
But then they left off
Never were found
And I never got the cure
It was this shot which brought me back
But left without a trace
Of ignorance from renaissance
It was written in a phrase
I understood that then it showed
My purpose for my path
That after all ,were said and done
Dreams created me a wrath
i was a girl,,starting to see life.realizing what it was made of.counteracting with some shattered soul.
it was a bright light above, gazing through and through,,sharing laughs with my circles, who believed in me,,trusted in me,looked up on me.it was not finalized.we are the people of the thoughts-talking bout issues,from sun-up til sundown/.it was empty.
it was cruel.my day to day became a routine.a route to where.i landed my fist out of integrity and voided all the cruelty.sultry sweet and clear glasses.
i remember the days when my friend gracy and i would hide behind the piles of books at the library.sneaking out ourselves with those books and papers which never even determined what we really wanted to be,years ahead.we both knew we’re not on our paths.she’s a math girl and i was basically that another girl in school who got teased to be the campus deejay.
one day we both wrote ourselves a letter-an ingenius one.the repertoire of our illusions grew out to be an issue of the future.it’s escapable but was not even diminished.i learned that laughter was a habit.it was a natural thing.and my friend got sick,literally.and i got overwhelmed symbolically.everything just jumped out and our thoughts became our frustrations.(to be continued)
