That scar.
All you've got, is what's left
It's not right that what you felt
Someone told you
What you had, was what
Had saved you from
Your future self.

Don't apologize
For what you didn't find
Seeded feel within the floor,
Of your feet,
Your rooted self

My thoughts penned down
Tumbled out
Round and round like a washing machine
Like words written on skin
Fading everyday leaving tiny pigment marks within

We got no tribe,
Onward we ride,
We fall we rise
Ahead of our times,
Lift our heads
Hold them up high
Inspire mankind?
Even man-unkind?

We got organs,
No guitars,
Our eggs we carry far-
Baskets on the side,
Not talking about the ones inside

We are a tribe
Each roadbump
That we climb
In our hearts
Soaring high
No one can deny,
Follow on,
keep moving on,
Soar high
Living life,
In hindsight?

You.

Long winding roads
Seem pleasant like the breeze,
My voice won't let me sing,
I'm croaking like a toad.
The sunlight sends you codes
Leaves teach you, leave. Don't tease

All the memories in your soul
Kind and beautiful -they're free
Gypsy- your life, a story told
Vivid colours in black and white
Through this attempt of
A musical masterpiece
My heart attempts to be bold

I sit and write, what I could find
Three days of rides, more roads in life.

Creep green eyes

You helped me find
What we defined
And helped me see
How great we'd be

Your eyes they speak
Different coloured melodies
The years you lied
Your pain I believed

She sits dumb founded
Spell bound
Acts more like a clown
Feelings, emotions
Going down
No collar, no owner
Straight to the dog pound
Screaming aloud, yet no sound

Lost face.

Somedays, I'm out of place,
Thoughless in my own space
Why? How's everything fast paced?
This drug I smoke, is it also laced?

Contemplating life, with no Grace.
In this world, why I use mace?
Everything is moving, still dazed
Evolution. Thats the case
Still no one for a warm embrace