*The Great Realization*

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
"It's what we find normal that frightens me,"

Submitted: June 04, 2012

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 Trippin and I'm stumbling,

the walls they're caving, crumblin'.

I'm no longer existing in,

your level of consciousness.

 

The desert lay before me, 

under hot Sahara sun. 

 

Eyelids growing sticky while I'm,

choking on my tongue. 

 

On hands and knees I'm crawling,

 whatever it takes. 

 

I mean at noon i know they’ll circle,

waiting to feast on my mistakes.

 

Come down to reality,

can't focus on the fungus.

 

Me? I am an animal,

the humans walk among us.  

 

Life's a beaten child, 

birthed in my generation, 

 

and the only way to deal is, 

with a constant medication.  

 

Push me through the system, 

like Heroin through rushing veins. 

 

Destroy the world around me,

and then mock me for my pain.

 

But when the future's looking dim,

and the rebellion's drawing near, 

 

expect from me no sympathy. I 

promise i wont care. 

 

Politician talk is toxic,

brain wash and sedation, 

 

and I, I am the product of, 

the great realization. 

 


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