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.