Hypnotized by what demands meet.
Conviction to be everything expected of me.
It's all in my head, it's all about you.
Time takes us on, the world revolves not around me
but you.
So when things happen to me,
it's you it shall return at last.
How horrible a thing to think you have it all,
to hold you accountable to everything
I do, but still the walls
crack too.
When I believe justice is due.
Myself is to blame
when it falls on me and not you.
Not true! Karma's bitch is the fact
I'm holding you up but if I slip and fall...
it's me! It's me! You are not at blame?
For not helping me?
Or helping yourself?
When it all falls on me.
I'll ask Karma to pitch in.
The winning strike, the grand finale.
Is the hindsight of hindsight is that
we are in this as one.
Karma is a bitch they say, I say
"We are none."
- Author: ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 6th, 2018 11:14
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 15
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