The weather gets warmer while flies are stuck in the house standing on broken pavements slipping through cracks.
No one knows what they’re doing and that’s where it all ends.
Authorities with no authority triumphantly travel far and through—no breath; but in and out.
They’re stacking lives like nothing like money in our pockets that dont seem to mean a thing in levels like these–who cares?
There’s conversations of false hope while laughing in the back and rollings of eyes while preparing for the worst in times like these what else is there to do?
There’s bugs of luck and numbers of divinity circling around crying eyes and broken hearts to only teach them a lesson and give the earth a break—breathe.
It’s nice the contractors have jobs while others pick up bits and pieces of table food scraps and pour out the rest.
They tell me life is full of bumps and I tell you, I swore I had it!
But what can one do when there’s nothing to be done.
That’s what the Sages say DO NOTHING, that is. There’s nothing to be done.
So what can one with the world on her shoulders do to comfort the souls that seem to be leaving by the bucket loads.
They tell us stay inside yet I never wanted to leave in the first place while they push me out with force to speak truths that were never mine.
Life is full of bumps and shit we hit the high road! So who’s to say we won’t make it back down from this with the paper we started with and little more to share.
I get letters of opposition with contracts of fatal worlds yet still prepare myself for the kingdom I have in hands.
My heart breaks for the devastated who haven’t seen the worst unders rays of sun and blooming spring.
Life is full of bumps and I guess you thirdworlders never recieved the message.
On flower beds and floating rivers, even those who could have made it work are gone.
These days I stay inside and not because I have to.
I rather ride this one out alone than be a student to those who can’t help themselves.
How will I learn to help myself? To help the people? My kingdom?
How will we make it back up from this without words of alleviation spoken from the heart and not out the ass?
Life is full of bumps and we’re riding this one out together joined hands and all yet 6 ft apart.
What can I say to those with closed ears and piles of stock?
How will I keep my sanity in rooms of flocked birds breaking their own wings?
I cry because there’s nothing else to do but sit atop the ocean and hope I don’t drown;
flowing through the bumps,
between the ups and downs.