PoeticMayheim
only a waste
For years the thought has roamed around my mind
like a traveling nomad; go from one picking up another
to hold the torch, exposed to the hidden troops
all deployed to destroy our unheard political noise
relating to my folk where the tree gives us
life, striving to out do my dad, studying hard,
and training even when friends were chilling
on the yard; heard through the grapevine that the
end would come quicker than a minute man;
but reality is not always what its cracked
up to be; the years continue to quickly pass
over green pastures branding seeds as fatherless bastards
confused about the mental abuse not knowing the
truth behind the misuse of time spent to busy
trying to earn ends to spend;rich is the soul
but poor is the flesh; walking blind but governed by the physical,
but deep down you know you are
missing the spiritual and without faith all your work
is only a waste!
like a traveling nomad; go from one picking up another
to hold the torch, exposed to the hidden troops
all deployed to destroy our unheard political noise
relating to my folk where the tree gives us
life, striving to out do my dad, studying hard,
and training even when friends were chilling
on the yard; heard through the grapevine that the
end would come quicker than a minute man;
but reality is not always what its cracked
up to be; the years continue to quickly pass
over green pastures branding seeds as fatherless bastards
confused about the mental abuse not knowing the
truth behind the misuse of time spent to busy
trying to earn ends to spend;rich is the soul
but poor is the flesh; walking blind but governed by the physical,
but deep down you know you are
missing the spiritual and without faith all your work
is only a waste!
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only a waste
only a waste