Flow

CATEGORY

life

Mastermind of my kind

Letting words drip off these lips

Like liquid bullets

Water takes form and doesn’t miss

In an instant I lose my original thought

Sit back, think more

What’s the plot

Without anger in my heart

Writing’s enough

Used to pour it out on the spot

Without mercy 

Was it tough love

Grit my teeth 

Knowing full well my tongue’s

The problem

I used to blame you 

For what you didn’t do

Actions you never provoked

History repeated

Yet our future’s unknown

Can’t rely on hatred any longer

That emotion doesn’t cast it’s shadow over me

Forget living somber 

Ideas fully streamed 

Check the wires

I’m built differently

Don’t need fantasies to recycle

Not powerless to the cycle

Ignorant not-

Too old for presumptions 

Give me riches in wisdom

I’d take that over money anyway

Check the bank

Two cents tucked away for a rainy day

Still seated

Feed me

All the knowledge and reason

Treat my addiction for experience

Build my roots 

Shower my garden of resilience

Then eat my fruit 

Food for thought 

Will keep you full 

Written By: Dez Sevena