what a sight, a beautiful dizaster,
the grass greener embodying everything that im after,
one blink, can take away every image i capture,
the first thing i hear are beginning sounds of the rapture, emotion being dragged out, pulled away by the feet, perfect grip, that peels nails across the concrete,
no board but chalked out as intimate as pulling teeth,
just scrub the blood off then rinse and repeat,
until stings, swollen and raw, radiating heat,
to a select few this feeling is bittersweet,
watch it devour, youve never seen so much power,
but you realize is the taste in your mouth is always sour, some things you just cant wash away with a cold shower, willpower, to stand up and not hide like a coward,
a seed in the dark can still grow into a bloomin flower,
it overpowers, so cherish and learn from every hour
Verse 2
What a sight, another morning after,
the path im on seein goals approaching faster,
eyes wide, so i can see questions followed by answer,
it happens often, i can hear the different types of laughter, emotions bottled up,
a breeze through willows can make me weep,
the sound of fresh grass, crunchin under my feet,
the tips tickle my back, eyes shut, but not asleep,
under the sun, but still feel the shade starting to creep,
a cool chill runs up where the sun and the shade meet,
a drop of rain against my lips, is almost sweet,
a sun shower, hydrating the world power,
the clowds tower, i can just lay here for hours,
as time passes, i feel that much more empowered,
without pickin it, i can appreciate single flowers,
its the things that we never expect that gives us power, whether it good or bad find it in you to overpower.
