Floating Along
Sitting by the ocean. Hearing whispers of ghosts, travelers of all coasts. They match the sky during days and night, transforming like men under seductive eyes. Where will I go? I am currently at home being pulled to drift. I have a terrible feeling to end others so I can get noticed. I view it the same as tearing down my home by those who see the projects as a million-dollar business.
They gotta forgive me. Cause when they give us some crumbs, we forgive them. For years telling lies promising to improve. Leaving us dormant, playing us, a game with our bodies as payment. Real life suckers giving blood so we can thank them. Mastering each generation cause we elect to keep history in place. Gives me something to do so I’m content, running schemes by myself cause I haven’t learned the lesson. My education keeps me guessing. I try not to add to the subtraction of the masses, but I’m afraid I won’t pass if I try another way. A perfect student deciphering, copying style. I’m allowed to plagiarize when it traps me, so they can continue to write me off. A message no one will see because I learn to bottle what I believe. Floating along smart, full of shit that poisons, feeling empty of healthy emotions.
