Poetry/Music

Alive

We all survive in a humble beginning while just trying to keep alive.
But it seems to make you a bit deprive to keep the foot on the metal upon your drive.
But let's take a dive upon the hive known as our society that seems to strive.
We'll arrive upon the location to the archive and then we'll take five.

At least, that is what people think while on the brink before they take another reality drink.
You start the sink and the chance of a bright tomorrow starts to shrink with a chink.
The sins of the past written in ink that scars you, make sure you take consideration before you prink.
That's when everything goes sour and starts to stink, your ideals upon tomorrow out of sync and in need of another link.

To be walking the path of that wants to be walked will be filled with captivity and a lack of creativity.
People view that objectively, but that is a bit of proclivity upon subjectivity.
As it's about to get convoluted like the theory of relativity and the concept of reflexivity.
It's an endless continuum of negativity and insensitivity upon receptivity.

It's all just a symphony with no sympathy, working so brilliantly to get to the point of acceptability.
But it's all just an industry who goes with scurrility, they say that is your responsibility to keep up the dependability, but they just want an increase upon profitability.
That is the point they get invincibility and much more maneuverability, keeping those who are an amenability and not a liability.
The musicians have a clear vulnerability upon the instability once they get sensibility and see the plausibility.

That is how the world will always spin, if you're sick of it, then get some bacitracin and psilocin.
Because that is how it's always been, it didn't just begin like a kingpin.
This whole thing sounded a lot more sorrowful tune like a lone mandolin and violin upon complin.
As wherein within can you get power to grin, hold up your chin, and get comfortable in your own skin.