Reconstruction

I am trying to break free
I need a job
and the system doesn't like me
So easy to pull the race card
life is too hard
heart ache after another
looking for someone to love me for me
and here when I think all is down packed
I got traded for another tea

Love
So hard to keep, so easy to give
So easy to let loose
the passions and the noose
create and destroy
nothing seems right any more

I feel complex full of emotion
In a fish tank now
floating to the top, less motion
seeking food and all I hear
is tapping on the glass walls
All they could do is stare
trying to capture my attention
But I am hungry
I need gutter change
I talk but can't walk the walk
my friend
floating still
my mind races towards the hill
where the horizon awaits
and the moon rises and the sun waves goodbye.

Tempted to pull out the cards
blame everyone else for my woes
But it gets harder and hard
when your friends sell souls

sell outs
cop outs
you stink
amoebas
hyenas

Reconstruct.

I am under construction.

Bloom.................