Got your blinker on
but still going straight
you have a good hand
but choose to fold
have two hands
tied behind your back
What did they teach school?
could of played the flute
but decided to play the fool
Dreaming drugs on a dragging day
Drinking down the last dose
molded by stimuli
just like clay
You have a beat
but missing rhythm
moving forward
with square tires
have a victory flag
but bleached white
What did they teach school?
could of played the flute
but decided to play the fool
Dreaming drugs on a dragging day
Drinking down the last dose
molded by stimuli
just like clay
where's your eyes flying to
shaking hands
shaking hands
Where's your eyes flying to
shaking hands
shaking hands
You wanna land
but you are still flapping
shaking hands
shaking hands
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul