I'd bet you'd do well with an actual break
One without travel or balancing time
I don't mean a beach trip, make no mistake
You need to get out or else risk your mind
Get away from work and all that it takes
Don't let your heart poison in the city grime
The stresses of life are a tough thing to shake
And getting to truth is a mountain to climb
And everything round you is an earthquake
I've got these lines, the assortment of rhyme
But what have you got to handle your aches?
The truth is deeper than medicinal slime
So I think it's time you become awake
To the fact these pressures are horrible crimes
Your head spins 'cause it don't know real from fake
So there's no use for clinging to pretending you're fine
That lie a window that's way too opaque
So consider this cry a genuine sign
Your life is for you to reach out and take
From work, machines, and puppeteer swine
Just promise me when you get it back that you hold it tight for your sake
- Author: Noah Malice ( Offline)
- Published: June 17th, 2018 18:19
- Comment from author about the poem: Happy Fathers' Day to my dad, who took off of work today to spend time with his dad and his sons.
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 27
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