By the close of the day
You are dismayed
You portray what you are not
Still ascending to the top, not
Death plummet, mouth you run it
Lackin the weight to trigger the degi
How empty is your soul?
Are you accustomed to ridin on E.?
When does it cease?
Talkin about others don’t cure your ailments
It just procures your staleness
As you maintain those ails
Some folks walk all day in search of what comes to others naturally
To me that’s an automatic casualty
Life you live on your own definition
Keep your compass close ridicule will come from most
Do you lack a heading?
Or are you Ghost?
A: Poetic Thought By: Ronald T.
“Observance” Is A Poetic Thought Written by: Ronald Thompson © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.
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