Vary...

Feelings of content,
May arise to the left,
to the right is something ,
with a little more spirit,

where have all our revolutions gone,

Touch hearts and gravel,
touch city scape allure,
am I ready to stop short,
slow down,
fling the crown,

we're lost and discovered at the very same time,

What drivel is this,
the words a write,
in order to impress you,
If my being is not as impressive as it sounds ,
is there a point to this conversation,
Is there a point to conversation,
talking leads to argument
and we cannot take raised voices,
sets us off,
and god help the other side,
the bystanders,
fuck them as I do what I like,
I'll walk and run and havoc,
wherever I want to,

Its not affecting you,
Its the children,
The youth of our age,
not violence and things that make make them happy,
corrupt there minds,
it is us,
there suns and moons and stars,
how have I not realized my neglect,
its too bad I dont care,

Does anyone care,

and give peace a chance,
said someone with more time on there hands,
this has gone on too long for such idol things,

we have bigger fish to drown,