Lotus lotus, paper thin, How your were folded and moulded To stand out, not to fit in
Who created you to be so … smooth? Delicately handled All your corners and grooves
An empty space within, but I wouldn’t call you hollow, You were made with room to fill, Kinda like a room I can borrow
Not the real thing but real to me, Made for no real reason, But your unintentional beauty I see,
From the idle hands of a creative being No intention set, but I bet, The process of creating you was freeing.
I feel like shit, The weather ain’t great, Great Britain? Nah mate!
Dreadful Britain with all the sins, Everyone’s psyche in a spin, I think the Earth is mourning Bodies not layed to rest, spirits forever roaming
A gloomy place many detest, Out of all the evils, I guess it is the best I miss a home I’ve never known, In this foreign land I’ve grown.
I must confess, I think I’m less, No place to call my own
Sufferation and botheration, The headache of nation Tired of the struggle and the curses, Is there a generation that has never hurt? It’s Heartbreaking honestly, That some can not see, that some choose not to see the problem starts and ends with you and me. Who is “they” and weh dem come from? Making rules that only apply to some? Who is regulating “they”? Who do they answer to? I don’t want to live by “their” standards and have to constantly ask “Is it really true?” So many things I don’t agree with, so many things I’m trying to change, I go within and ask again, but all I can think is “isn’t it strange?”
Conflicting thoughts and ideas, Questions no one really knows the answers to, Trying to prove a point or have a reasoning with my peers, But still no resolution, Maybe we need a revolution Perhaps it has already begun? And all this uproar was written, we have already won Life is a journey, not a destination So don’t look for one moment of success, Destined for blessings, once again we will be a great nation.
Wanderlust, Is it lust? Or is it a desire rooted deep within my core? To be free to travel, free to explore
The fire that burns, God knows I need more! To know Mother Earth for myself, Is all I yearn for
It’s like I have roots everywhere,
These places I’ve never been, calling to me,
Get me there!
I open my eyes to the mundane, Every day feels the same. The familiar hum of boilers kicking into action A few hours sleep that bring no satisfaction I lift up my covers to descend from my bed, I hesitantly roll over and lift up my head …
Hmmmm Give thanks for this day and the air that I breathe May today be productive and i be open to receive All the goodness, my goodness is this … A new day? Truly how have I never seen it this way? The sun is brighter than I remember, is there something in the air? Everything seems as it was as it’s supposed to be, But now I see? What is it that I see, exactly? What have I done different, surely it must be me? I’m not hallucinating, I think
Oh it’s something internally, Shifting and moving, for a moment I’m still, For a moment I take in my heartbeat and I allow the rhythm to build The harmony of my being seems to make a different tune Melodies and intricacies, I think I’m about to bloom !
