Every lie we fabricate Comes back to us one day Consider it the dues of fate That liars have to pay
When I feel down I call this friend He tells me of His pains and then I only feel down About feeling down
Nobody is an idiot Each of us acts like one On occasion Some choose To stay in character
In the shade of evergreens Longevity scents Wanting imaginings
There’s another guy With an ultimatum Unbothered unshy Uncaring who’ll hate him
When you think the obvious May have been stated, Search for a reason It was articulated.
The time we spend driving, Instead of conniving, Should be more deriving A means of arriving.
No more can I see, Touch, smell or taste, Death strikes to free All I’ve embraced. But know: I can hear The flow of a…
Sludgy rancor lines The bottom of the crucible Wherein tongue lies bridled, Hand idled, Strength forged.
Roads are the city’s veins, And we, commuting corpuscles, Coursing through them, Keeping the city alive.