Sober Thoughts, Drunk Words.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A TRIPPoetry poem about awareness.

this is paradoxically acid trip for the youth, and I really hope one day we could discover forbidden truths. planting positive infested seeds, it's a blessing to even bare fruits. where can we find the truth? probably at its roots – hidden by white men wearing suits. guns of depression are fired. sadly, my emotions are not bullet-proof. my soul is hungry, so I'm travelling the universe in search of intrinsic food. I met a couple of constellations, that thought I was a fool.
saw the annunaki sleeping, why does their knowledge effortlessly drool? 

it's probably because they started embracing imagination. unity & love, they escaped segregation. black & white, both living without subordination. higher intellect, without the significance of education. I think I'm losing my dedication... for saving a generational nation – with poeTREE that doesn't even make sense. but it makes cents, so I guess it's okay then...


Submitted: November 17, 2021

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