I feel my wheels turning
I feel my heart on fire
But why am I still waiting
For events to transpire

I'm torn between my spirit
My need to be a machine
I have so much passion I can feel it
But it is still left unseen

What am I missing
Why can't I crack the code
I hear my self hissing
Why wont I just explode

Maybe I should just rest
And let my passion go
Maybe I should stop being compressed
And just let my spirit flow

I would be a liar
If I pretended to like
The stupid way of holding on to your money that you do
You see there are people struggling all over the world
Trying to put things right
And you sit on the Internet
Looking at the stock market all
Night
I tell you that your stocks are down
To get you off the conputer
But you want to stay there
And ***** the poor people of this land
Stuff the rich they are a lot of ***** and nobody likes them besides their mum
You see they are drinking expensive alcohol in a posh looking club while the party people's clubs are all run down
You want what they want and that sounds nice but you look in your wallet and see $1 and you say
Hey mr rich **** can I have some dough and the rich man screws up his nose and says no
And he says if you really want money mate you need to work for it like us all and then you walk away saying stuff the rich
I am struggling can't ya see
I have no money and no love
And all you care about is whether
You have rising stocks stuff you
I work harder at my window washing business than you do on your computer and nobody gives a hoot about us, no
Stuff the rich
They don't care about anything
Apart from their 5 hotels and big
Rich mansions with a big dog out the front near the gate
And if I tried to tease your dog
You will set the **** thing on me
Like the rich ******* that you Are
I run fast on my legs saying I want to get away and forever hide from this mean old dog
Stuff the rich I will be happy to
Receive $3 a person for what it's
Worth but do I get anything from you, no you just watch your stocks while we struggle
Stuff the stuff the stuff the flaming
Rich

i tell ya brother
it's a blessing and a curse
sorting one and another
deciding who comes first

"he who is without sin"
let him cast the first stone
will the faith or doubt win?
of a soul that's left alone

i tell ya brother
it's a heaven and a hell
the fate that belongs to others
it belongs to you as well

Tossed and turned
Behind me was
My own
Shadow-
Opening
The window
I jumped
To stretch my
Appendages
I saw the world
This morning from
A higher cliff.
I touched the stars,
It's dust caressed my
Lips-

I'm buying knick-knacks
to bring to Heaven.
Odds and ends to
comfort me
when I cross over.
Little things to
remind me
of living
on this planet.

I'm packing mementos
to bring to Heaven.
Small things
that will remind me
of everyone
I knew on earth.
Articles of
collectibles
that I can hold
or look at
when
I miss them.

Feet are walking,
albeit slower,
to the door that
leads to release.
The bright light
I've heard about
will be shining
for me.

Maybe I'll be
like a toss of smoke?
Able to watch
the final performance.
Check out
who bought tickets
and
who
declined to attend.
Flicker around
the homes and places
where my loved ones
live their days.

Will I be able
to touch them?
This I do not know.
If so,
I'll stroke
cheeks with fondness,
informing them
of how I valued
them in my
physical form.

I wonder if
I will find
knick-knacks of me
in their
hearts?

I look inside of me
try to find who I use to be
I look inside of me
now he is gone

I try to feel inside of me
I feel nothing inside of me
I hide the hurt
keep it all inside of me
took it a little to far
we are who we are
can't change all that's been done

My face down in the dirt
I sleep no more
something here inside of me
forgot what I was here for
nothing inside of me
that will set me free
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