Don’t Forget To Brush The Back – 89, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Broken.
Healed by what’s not of this world.
Therefore,
An outcast.
Rolling along differently than most you see,
As I don’t wear a mask.
Every flaw I have,
I let it all hang out in the open,
As a scarred man showing,
There is only one king amongst humans in a boat,
Floating in an ocean of mass hysteria…

Who are we to claim a crown,
With how we brush each other wrong as we foam at the mouth,
Over every ounce of dirt slipping through the cracks of our tongues pasted with doubt,
We can’t seem to spit out?…

We’re nothing,
But,
A pile of flesh,
While walking around with a clock ticking down,
Tied to our necks.
Whether it’s in the form of a job,
Or,
A disease we gave ourselves while laying on a bed full of regrets.
As most of us deny,
The gifts of life,
God tries giving to us all to heal with a smile instead,
Of immediate death…