Forever going in and out of my brain,
Questionable sanity and part insane.
Stopping fear toxin like Bruce Wayne,
I won't lose my apathy, your uncaring and lame,
Write words while playing Earth's twisted game,
Let's all climb on board this awakened soul train,
Not talking music, more like finding yourself again.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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DNA in a spiral, Music on a record player gos in circles, Bat man puts on and takes off his disguise, mental illnesses too have cycles, the earth revolves. We are all going in circles nicely done
Thanks pal. I didn't think of it like that.
You are most welcome I just think different that's all
Panic when the earth stops revolving, and we're all thrown to the wolves.
Good soul song for your epitaph.
Thank you pal.
Lets hope the circle we appear to be stuck in gets broken, well expressed anger and frustration
Thank you and I hope so too.
You are very welcome
Shawn, this reads like an anthem for the tired mind...defiance, apathy, awakening all colliding. You’ve written what it means to be alive and half-numb in these twisted times. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks mate.
Good write Batman, erm, Bruce! lol.
Lol Cheers.
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