Ramblings Of A Misplaced Young Man.

i want to be so many many things
successful at all the dreams
i'd like to strive to succeed
but i've a fear of these trees
i could branch out and achieve
but i feel restraint from the scenes
movies that seem to play my life
just like i need a match to strike
a flame to light up the night
and let somebody know about the strife
i'd have none of that delight
because i don't have their life

place myself in this box
of irrelevant jitters that talk
and words that simply mock
but that's what we erect
when the messages interject
its a poopie mess of reasons met
when will it finally leave us to collect
this life they lead from behind a pulpit
this man does not know, they do not see
where they complete this tragedy in humanity
its funny how things like that rhyme
life and strife, humanity and tragedy
calamity and sanity, tranquility and violently

we choose to live in adverbs
its true and it easily does concern
when will we step from the boarders we trap ourselves in?
look through the telescope for that progression
or perhaps you could take a step toward a lesson
we have to work for tomorrow
it seems we all want to cover up the past that's so hallow
step up, step out, and strive
because i told you, i don't have the drive
maybe i just need to find what lies inside
break down the walls of pride

these messages sent you couldn't regret
look past the things you see inside this scent
its a second message that you didn't really get
but you did
subliminal indeed, they've been planting this seed
don't let it grow, its nothing but a weed
chop it down, and find the right roots
pick and prune the plant of truth
harvest the flourishing fruit that blushes in the dreams
pick it, and make sure its sweet
because dreams were made for you to eat
for you to eat.

~They're making progress, without breaking ground.

Love,
Digress.