Felt a bit poetic thought i’d let the natural freestyle flow out again. No thinking no revision just free styled one go poetry. Enjoy !
What are we-
to be defined.
in these ruthless worldly binds.
Who are we?
to not rebel.
To walk along with their heavenly spell.
Where have we gotten?
whence all the spirit has died.
Where are we going?
to a sorrow-less grave of demise.