Our soul remains in hesitant eyes, there's an instance of realization through another's perpetrated lies. We can sense the danger no matter how hard we deny, An issue appear minor but then gets blown gargantuan in size. I practice metaphysics so my words appear agnostic at times. But to display ones true intentions, only unravels a more explicit design. Let the world forget to mention, We grow different in time, A persons expectations after considerations become reshaped or refined When some may scream what is fact, is only fact inside of there mind. We don't want to believe we've been deceived, When reason has pleaded the Why's. The cold shutter feels uneasy, and I drink down medication pills for treatment. But sometimes I feel there's no point believing, that there's any real hope for us as people. No sleep for the content reader, and no prescription for remaining ignorant either. I wonder if people ask themselves will they really let there mind recede beyond normal reason Or am I the one that's abnormal for thinking of a life with actual meanings What happens in life when people consider themselves conceited Life has more to offer then money and trinkets. But its hard to get those words across without using religion for resemblance Or the past to make you feel bad and place your mind in retention We can learn if we're consistent because people like that don't expect for resistance. The following preachers forgot to mention. That the confession booth is also used for lynching.
