I am disconcerting in the covering of the crowd.
Some people say I am a little too harsh,
others say I am a bit too winded,
but still I rise like the wind that is mourning,
still I rise several years after death.
I am fighting for my morality,
and the height of justice which glimmers
and glows like a ripening lava lamp.
Everyone shudders in the darkness,
like a rippling tide.
Freedom reigns like dragons coming
on all fours.
Happiness is a warm tongue that drolls
on and on about happy things,
tick-tock of the clock on the wall is incongruent
with your revelations.
I participate in the mass reduction of the
destruction of the lamb,
and focus on a more feasible future.
Unbeknown, unproud, unforgiving.
This is my life.