for the mentally powerful-
the world calls us sick. we are. we are.
breakin out of the cells, we have got to get out
no, i wasn’t created to follow human power,
no money or fame is the end of the game
i have to be real
i have to fight
through the crowd to make my
tiny voice heard
because you don’t forget what the bottom
is like and you can’t know
because its ‘something you’ve heard’.
is winning the goal? I thought losing was it.
if losing is winning than that’s right where I fit.
that’s right, living this life is like fist fighting the wind.
‘please! somebody listen to me, will somebody listen?!
Lord Jesus, come quick.’
i know. i know. I KNOW. i understand.
without the will to, they never will.
give me your hand. that is what I need.
you’re more than all that.