Thoughts from my mind
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Kind enough for the whole world to see
Altruistic like a shade giving tree
Nobility, the essence of you a sight to behold
Zen, what your voice gives to the soul
All of these, make you who you are
They say the night is young
This one forever young
Your remembrance fuels the midnight oil
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Stepped on a lego
Pain entered momentarily
Where though?
Inside, heavily
One gloomy day, I found a rose
Who’s rose was it, I wondered. Who knows?
I put my hand out to grab it, naive
But it had an energy that me believe
The rose seemed so bright and red
It had the cure for night and dead
Upon a closer look, I saw another’s name etched
Suddenly, the idea of the rose being mine seemed farfetched
Now, I’m more careful the next time I have my hand outstretched..
There’s no living without hope
Noose around my neck is now a loose rope
Feel like an apex predator
Got the antelope in my scope
If I could catch time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is step on the brakes no throttle
This strain got me thinking like Aristotle
Our planet dying and no one gives a fuck
And now it’s probably too late to fix it up
Even tho it seems like a nerve we’ve struck
Patience is bitter but it’s fruit is sweet
Wish I knew that before
Wouldn’t have chased the glam and the glitter
Now l’ve learnt my lesson for sure, I hope
26 but the wisdom of a 100-year-old runnin’ in my veins
Elevated state of mind, I’m now on a different plane
Why is it that some of us never learn from our mistakes
Feel so sick from the evil in this world
Wish I could fly in a rocket ship to outer space
Flexing, showboating, boasting, all different names
It’s this disease that plagues us, it’s all the same
Our generation is the last before the fall
Soon it will be time for the rise of the degenerates
Now that’s a worry for all
Almonds, pistachios, cashews it’s all a bit nuts
Cheesy jokes are the only way I can cope
With all that’s going on in this world
Feels like we’re going down a slippery slope
From which there’s no return
Persevere though we must
For there’s no living without hope
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