people talk to me for the first time,
"is it fake? is it real?",
yeah i know i sound like i'm from the west side,
this little old boy's still searching for his home,
but I'll admit i grew up dreaming the Hollywood sign was just a walk by.
i'm not going to purify the dirty rain,
its been tough living in a real antithesis terrain,
the people with paper minds and glass hearts,
the atmosphere like choking on your own words.
so me and my multicultural heart,
we made a deal,
ill watch all these t.v shows from the illegal sites all the way from the start,
might break in envy from the shit i missed that all this fiction has brought,
but at least in my sleep i won't see skeletons and misfortunes,
ill relive those episodes myself better than any drug could've caught.
you see crystal, i see black diamonds,
you see silver starlets, i see broke down movie goers,
you feel the breeze across your cheek, i watch the one about the dirty nights and midnight jeep,
you've done it all, i'm made of dreams.
this piece is for my dreamers stuck in the wrong place,
if you dream bright enough you don't need to think to leave because leave will think of you to chase,
all that monotone and hard feelings you get don't mean a thing,
you got so many people inside of you screaming with passion you make your own bling.
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Selfish | خود خواه
ŞiirFor many years, I believe the word Selfish has been tainted by people into thinking its egotistical and narcissistic, but on my 6th poetry collection, I bring light to a new side of Selfishness whilst merging it with my Persian Culture.
