Our early mornings are drenched in dark nights
With no honest perspective
Who’s to say what’s right?
Two sides turn into 3
Turn into 4
And all turn on me
Why go back if we progressed?
And why project? We’re obsessed…
No matter the Race
The Marathon goes on
Not determined by color
Rarely mentioned in songs
Being tired doesn’t change reality
Years have suppressed our truth
There’s no bliss with Alice see,
The lines been drawn
Our Kings are taught to be pawns
I guess there is a reason why we all don’t get along
Did this year teach us to do more and love less?
Or do little and hope for bests?
If we turn inside we only see our surface
Are our scars but our journey or the purpose?
Because some days when I don’t drink
Too much time alone I think
Maybe it’s you or maybe it’s me
But this 2020 vision gave us all a little too much to see
Can’t I breathe?
Last updated 11/6/20
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