I hear the din
I taste the sweat
that soaks my chin
because of debt
why breed a class to owe?
I see the grime
I smell the stink
at any time
it could end in a blink
but I would miss it so
I chase the truth
I feel the lie
forsaking youth
to find out why
we never seem to grow.
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
Intriguing. It pours down hard questions, but has the answer hidden within itself. Beautiful.
Every time I wonder if my words are too simple to convey what I'm trying to say some pleasantly perceptive person such as yourself helps calm my fears with an awesome comment that not only satisfies but will help motivate me for a while to keep putting it out there. Thanks! :D
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