Sometimes,
I just feel like I'm the one accountable for the bullshit in life.
As if the terms and conditions of birth weren't signed.
Proceed to rip my certificate in half.
Let us hold hands and revert time to a new age,
A New Era.
In which the souls of those mistaken can freely fly in control of the wheel.
The wheel that can drive you to the calmness of nirvana.
But not let it drive off the road.
You hear the explosion in the background.
Welcome to real life.
You drove off the road,
It was all an illusion, but can you make it reality,
Call this bullshit and you'll end up excluded from the hopes and dreams of many others.
Can't take anything from anyone 'cause you don't know where its been,
Best to build it by hand but end up breaking.
Let tears be wasted in the rain.
Retrace the steps as if it all went away.
End up with the same hammer that broke and try fixing the hole in the wall from the car that blew up,
But that in the distance is a soul, the soul that derailed.
It's name is engraved on its face,
It has your face.
It has your name.
It's gone with the others.
YOU ARE READING
It Was All A Blur
PoetryA collective piece of poems I've created. Mostly as a way to cope with my all time lows but to fine some happiness inside myself. There will be 9 total poems and then this will be over. Follow some dark times and lows in my life.
