Dreadful thoughts and solicitude for my destiny.
The brisk night that embodies my consternation.
Desperate pleading for a lucid legacy.
My thoughts volatility plays dance with my sanity.
Fears entrenched from stretches of cerebration.
Dreadful thoughts and solicitude for my destiny.
Anxieties ravenous for my soul with eager intensity.
Fleeting passion after years of exhalation.
Desperate pleading for a lucid legacy.
Feeling confined when I’m told I’m comfy.
Cement people tell me it’s time for celebration.
Dreadful thoughts and solicitude for my destiny.
I shout and struggle away from conformity,
Weathered hands reach out in desperation.
Desperate pleading for a lucid legacy.
Cement people grab me and wail that I come back to conformity.
Cement people contradict and plead to me live without contrition.
Dreadful thoughts and solicitude for my destiny.
Desperate pleading for a lucid legacy.
About the Creator
Tyler Simpson
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