Cloudy Mind: Overcast Thoughts
My mind eyes’ perception is very precise
it’s peripheral vision enables me to think
better than I see: I perceive the world is changing
Corruption of character/ Moral deterioration
Environmental issues ignored/ Personalities merge
It’s like the world is the Titanic
and these things are tips of the iceberg
Standards are being mocked/ Sincerity scorned
A lot of morning I wish, I had never been born
Why must I see things from such a different point of view?
Am I a certified Lunatic, or is it all of you.......
Why do I raise the curtain to my soul
and expose my nucleus to unknown souls?
I think it’s because I need someone to understand me
and love me back
Controversy lights the fuse of my curiosity
Love is the axis that my world turns on. The
Only thing I cannot do, is not be myself. My life’s goal is
Understanding my position on this beautiful creation, meanwhile
Demons chase me, trying to keep me chained. People don’t understand me because I’m
Young in age: Old fashioned in mind
I’m learning to find joy in the simplest things in life
like long bike rides, late at night
fixing my problems, not running from them
feeling the night breeze blowing over my skin
As I sit on my porch some days and listen to the rain
I contemplate and meditate on this world’s many pains
Things weren’t always like this, they recently started to change
I have to keep my eyes skyward, else I may go insane
My heart feels heavy and I’m crying silent tears
My soul is screaming, but it falls on deaf ears
World hunger is a real problem, so are the holes in the atmosphere
when you see rain it’s not condensation, it’s an angels tears
Terrorist attacks ending lives, many much before their time
I feel the families anguish like it was mine
I’m more in tune with nature than I ever realized
When clouds fill the sky, tears fill my eyes
The hell with being a rapper on a big record label
**** trying to be player and have more than one horse in my stable
I have to stay true to myself and all the evil resist
I’m so un-materialistic, I wonder how I even exist
I exist on a mental plane far beyond reality
where people use words that they understand and mean
because in real life, being awake is a nightmare
and at night I’m living my dream
A cloudy mind and rainy thoughts: How can I not have a stormy soul?
Derrick H.
My mind eyes’ perception is very precise
it’s peripheral vision enables me to think
better than I see: I perceive the world is changing
Corruption of character/ Moral deterioration
Environmental issues ignored/ Personalities merge
It’s like the world is the Titanic
and these things are tips of the iceberg
Standards are being mocked/ Sincerity scorned
A lot of morning I wish, I had never been born
Why must I see things from such a different point of view?
Am I a certified Lunatic, or is it all of you.......
Why do I raise the curtain to my soul
and expose my nucleus to unknown souls?
I think it’s because I need someone to understand me
and love me back
Controversy lights the fuse of my curiosity
Love is the axis that my world turns on. The
Only thing I cannot do, is not be myself. My life’s goal is
Understanding my position on this beautiful creation, meanwhile
Demons chase me, trying to keep me chained. People don’t understand me because I’m
Young in age: Old fashioned in mind
I’m learning to find joy in the simplest things in life
like long bike rides, late at night
fixing my problems, not running from them
feeling the night breeze blowing over my skin
As I sit on my porch some days and listen to the rain
I contemplate and meditate on this world’s many pains
Things weren’t always like this, they recently started to change
I have to keep my eyes skyward, else I may go insane
My heart feels heavy and I’m crying silent tears
My soul is screaming, but it falls on deaf ears
World hunger is a real problem, so are the holes in the atmosphere
when you see rain it’s not condensation, it’s an angels tears
Terrorist attacks ending lives, many much before their time
I feel the families anguish like it was mine
I’m more in tune with nature than I ever realized
When clouds fill the sky, tears fill my eyes
The hell with being a rapper on a big record label
**** trying to be player and have more than one horse in my stable
I have to stay true to myself and all the evil resist
I’m so un-materialistic, I wonder how I even exist
I exist on a mental plane far beyond reality
where people use words that they understand and mean
because in real life, being awake is a nightmare
and at night I’m living my dream
A cloudy mind and rainy thoughts: How can I not have a stormy soul?
Derrick H.