I'm losing patience for wasted words
Beyond their concern,
No interest..
There's nothing earned
So, listen..
just let 'em learn.
I swear I wanna be
somewhere people know love & don't just fake the funk
No hateful tongues..
I wanna lay in bunks & meditate with monks..
Can you blame the ways that I'm skeptical?
I'm over timely schedules
We move so slow that
Everyone I know,
Their goals.. are unethical
& even identical 😕
And I'm sad for them
They look down on me cuz I'm not the same
Slandered and shamed
& I still feel bad for them
It's a life contest..
How lame,
I'm moved by pain,
Or much less, I confess
So what comes next?
for another being stuck, struck with Christ complex..
