Questioning Presence.......

The Wind talks to me, breaths of speech with the breeze
Questions of future, past, present times in range to please
Sometimes I feel like my only friend is the earth
Birth, predicted, whispers starlight fam, what is it worth?
The Questions risen again and a search for answers is in need
Society takes heed as the foundations stood upon feel pain n bleed
Or is it just me? Am I the only one feeling tha pain
I look to the heavens and scream out for answers but I’m showered in rain
Slain words rejected, shoved back in my mouth, overload a my brain
Victories of past days now stand in shadows and failure comes to light
I fight between my heart and my head, I pick up the knife and think I might

Once again I’m questioned, do I hate myself? Or the society that moulds me?
I reach out for hands but I’m rejected by the fam that won’t hold the
Who is gonna behold me, My mind is sick of the questions I ask
As the figure itself, I’m sick of the constant failure of task
Found a mask on travels, There’s an inkling to adorn it
I put head to pillow in the afterhours and drift off to another place
I wake up and fight reality, wishing I returned to the Utopian space
Walk the streets in observation of humanity and wonder what they think?
I’m on the brink of Insanity and in the pool of thoughts I’m on the sink
Hands are drawn to bottles containing sin, as I smash it and hit the drink
There’s a link between our thoughts and what amounts from prediction
I question against the questions I put across, It’s a doubt in ma own addiction
Taking leaps off stoops to realise just what this life holds, wiping away feelings
A disregard of the past and realisation through euphoria there’s healings
The ground beneath me, shakes as my steps are stopped in their motion
Find myself lying in bed engaged in fortification and think what was the commotion?

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