Meantime

Seasons change and so do people, reasons arrange around the leap hole, Times push forward and we seek the past for things that don't last, Presently speaking for the many weep whores and tragedy crash, Dragged out from existence and faced with a distraughtful living mass. Until the we find the inner sanctum of sanity with pleasant forms of humanity, I give thanks to the donor of seeds he has bestowed upon me, Not raised rightfully, but grew up along the way despite the fee, I'm talkin' natural consequences for natures intentions, donned the blame of detention, With plenty of tensions comes will of another resurrection. Predetermination racin' above inflation, cast a shadow of a greater later nation, Not enjoyed by propaganda but a lively agenda, No wonder I'm livin' under a heavy coup de'tat mantra. Philosophical intellectual property preach poetry, I'm no entry but sleeps knowingly. Given up fear in search of hope, Greet life as it is, It's fucking dope.