Awakened by a battalion,
Alienating thoughts berating me,
Separating my chance to see,
What could truly be,
Hindering my productivity,
A byproduct of society,
Quietly disrupts the day,
I try pushing them away,
Battling my way up,
Putting coffee in my cup,
The upper hand now mine,
As I find my way around,
Drowning out the noise,
I'm poised for progress,
Pressing on ahead,
My head a playground,
As thoughts bounce around,
Bound to my creation,
Some turning into sound,
As vibrations float around,
Grounding my energy,
Entertaining an entity,
The sensitivity grows,
I fall into the shadows,
No one knows how low,
I call out to my foes,
I know my purpose,
It's soon to surface,
We don't deserve this,
The Land was not for purchase,
It's time to repurpose your role,
As the whole regains control.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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