4 views
legend in my own mind
I go no place .
I watch time fly.
big and little hands,point at the 3 and the 9
a day dream again, I use imagination to fly.
look close at my broken face .
and see an illusory of a pace
from broken Seiko watch with dead battery
appears it's the case
posing as a man with track of time
some truth amidst my white lie
in control of my destiny
for a fact one day death to come at me
my inevitable day will close gap complete
a circle now full it's time I die
day no more plural specific place in time
whether we can see or whether we are blind
dont matter if you've the faith it isnt no lie
too much regret on certain embracements
in my life
too weak to deal with the hurt was easier to avoid it all and to not try
but always knew we all need something other than just nothing alongside next to us throughout our lives it's why I don't think of it truth tends to hurt when you find
adrift in this world construct smartly created inside my mind still I fly still an eagle by my ,like when fingers snap is how fast I get high ,into my veins roxan becomes blue glowing lights , the king of dreams is me , a legend in my own mind,with a keen vision how I couldn't possibly be more blind,ignorance is bliss ,again truth tends to hurt you sometime
I stray the path of righteousness
its the bad one I'm on
the road to my own destruction the path to fuck it all to get high
the path crystal clear and in focus
all down hill illuminated in a overwhelmed abundance of light
leaving almost no chance for the ones who seek the path to what's right the good seekers face a new battle alone a bar reset to an unreacheable height
outnumbered against the world all this wares on us
this type of shit that keeps that life in so much chaos that clear and present danger is no longer visible and the common place
goes unrecognized
eventually such a distraction that not a one can find salvation while having 20/20 vision, a LEP light as they stand in the middle the broad fucking day light
tis why I'm always thankful the times my pen bring truth to life
by snatching secrets from the shadows and casting them into the path of the lights .
BY: RICHARD BARON PENDLEY
I watch time fly.
big and little hands,point at the 3 and the 9
a day dream again, I use imagination to fly.
look close at my broken face .
and see an illusory of a pace
from broken Seiko watch with dead battery
appears it's the case
posing as a man with track of time
some truth amidst my white lie
in control of my destiny
for a fact one day death to come at me
my inevitable day will close gap complete
a circle now full it's time I die
day no more plural specific place in time
whether we can see or whether we are blind
dont matter if you've the faith it isnt no lie
too much regret on certain embracements
in my life
too weak to deal with the hurt was easier to avoid it all and to not try
but always knew we all need something other than just nothing alongside next to us throughout our lives it's why I don't think of it truth tends to hurt when you find
adrift in this world construct smartly created inside my mind still I fly still an eagle by my ,like when fingers snap is how fast I get high ,into my veins roxan becomes blue glowing lights , the king of dreams is me , a legend in my own mind,with a keen vision how I couldn't possibly be more blind,ignorance is bliss ,again truth tends to hurt you sometime
I stray the path of righteousness
its the bad one I'm on
the road to my own destruction the path to fuck it all to get high
the path crystal clear and in focus
all down hill illuminated in a overwhelmed abundance of light
leaving almost no chance for the ones who seek the path to what's right the good seekers face a new battle alone a bar reset to an unreacheable height
outnumbered against the world all this wares on us
this type of shit that keeps that life in so much chaos that clear and present danger is no longer visible and the common place
goes unrecognized
eventually such a distraction that not a one can find salvation while having 20/20 vision, a LEP light as they stand in the middle the broad fucking day light
tis why I'm always thankful the times my pen bring truth to life
by snatching secrets from the shadows and casting them into the path of the lights .
BY: RICHARD BARON PENDLEY
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