Take a step back.
Close your eyes visualize this scenery
Think with your heart,
so you see what this means to me.
It's a space between lines
Tells a story with lies.
Caught looped in a line
An infinite dichotomy cause truth is a crime.
Spit on the blues but can't try.
Phones are more important then finding your rhyme.
Music is losing it's chime.
On this beaten path I track back to show you
Sittin in the grass burnt paper in the trash
It owns you.
Only know truth to see sooth
A trap for free men to concede to.
Every single person has a say, true.
But maybe masses intention
Shelters selfish position
To position the division
And keep us from my intention.
Fluid motion helps to notice
Not to focus
On the old us. Posted on a notion
That you are open to my motion
Maybe we could take a hold
World unchained by corporate quotas