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Already near the end of another year

look at where we’re going

aint iT going fast,

sometimes iT

seems so slow, I swear iTs dragging ass,

but as I look again

I see that so much has already passed,

why is it that/ the bitter takes forever

and the sweet hardly ever last,

the truth is whispered/ barely heard

while  lies are screamed out loud taking grasp,

of all our attention

while in suspension/ we watch time-lapse,

I notice my self/ on the same lane

as if its been but a second/ and I just took a glance,

already near the end of another year

and iTs happened, way too fast…

Shift

I keep flipping
through dimensions
not yet finding
my correct page,
all are extensions
of what I was
where I’m going
which is way more complex then just a phase,
immune to movement
is but an understatement
the ability to speak out
is just the same,
the thoughts kept in me
is what scares me
my heart is relentless
my soul remains in the same place,
although
lost in the moment
I get caught
when I try to jump off of the stage,
the spot light
of awareness
keeps me bare ass
in shekels inside the cage,
frozen in time
like photographs
of sweet dreams
that never change,
I record and keep it dear
as it happens
and save it
just in case,
I’m never able
to break free
at least my memories
also wont escape,
routine happens
like a habit
its hard to kick
and so easy to partake,
there’s so many alternatives
the things that “can” happen
usually aren’t what “is”
its scary what jumps the plank,
the future is like a bubble
if we touch it the wrong way
its pops and explodes
forever shifting in change,
im so close
to getting “right”
but she my “love”
keeps getting away

cheers

wisdom whispers

but ignorance’s yelling makes iT too lout to hear,

repetitiveness is muffled

by what surprise is drawing near/unclear,

stubbornness doesn’t look

because iT may see what iT fears,

frustration  being accompanied

with sadness and a gang of tears

*bitter cheers

told you

the sweetest & simplest of things

settles the soul,

what has us the most wound up in round about rings

makes us spiral & lose the most control,

With all that comes with pain

it also pushes us through the mold,

 what makes us feel the most insane

is realizing we should have done; what we’ve already been told