Alive ,the light awakens
incubation over dreary darkness changing
the circumstances unknown
though your born into a vessel that you never chose .
In the midst of the middle
you slave to day glows and yesterdays ice storms
you wonder why the waters in short supply
the moon doesnt cry over the child's fight
what is emotion when some are trying to survive ?
empty employees slaving to rust
we waste so much on economic lust
marriage with money ,that told you who to trust
Dead ,the darkness mistaken
a transformation of aging
renewed with the wisdom of the ages
swirling spirals of smoke
looking back at myself in the mirrors mirage of soul
where the vivid scenery of your life's known
the scale of fate is never late
a period of an experience
where what was given they take
to watch it all operate
and the gears grind friction implies a fire of might
the percussion of rushing,still of the night
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