Looking at the clock, seeing all 4s,
Wonder what it means, or what I’m in for.
Whirlwind of thoughts, mind speeding away,
Brought back to earlier days, contemplating the ways
How to get out, how to get away from it all,
Being scared of running, had to fall...
Scraped knees, sensations running rampant through my veins,
Oh the pain, shooting signals to my brain,
It’s insane the things we ignore, because we’re always told
To calm down and sit still, so lemme ask,
How many children sit in pain, watching their senseless mothers
Verbally abuse them in vain, unable to witness pleasure?
They seek pain, submission to the game,
Ain’t that grand man? It ain’t sound fair,
“Life’s not fair, grow up”
You’re the one ignoring how it changed,
The day you made the choice to ignore what was going on inside,
You inflicted pain by neglecting the ones who needed help,
Now they have to try and grow...away, to avoid more pain.
They seek shelter, a physical space, surely,
But a mental one just the same…
It’s called sanctuary for a reason. A place to calm down,
Free of other people, at least in the mental sense,
See, it doesn’t matter how many cents you make,
None of it makes any difference unless you have
Common sense. It isn’t so common, don’t you see?
That’s why we live in this reality.
It is a clusterfuck of conflicting narratives,
A cacophony of other voices, telling other people what THEY need to do.
I see slaves, sheep, the weakest minds of our generation,
Succumbing to addiction and despair, because,
Well, their mothers were never there.
