Thoughts

Don’t dare of it to dream, got the craving of a fiend
find & follow the Deen, cuz life is not what it seem
one says the path is dirty, another one that it is clean
I mean, we see right and wrong, but who is to deem
sometimes the world behaves like a hysterical teen
come clean, we are all part and parcel of the scheme  

you find what you look for, so look for truth not treason
don’t trust eyes, ears or tongues, but trust reason
wonder why we treat each other like it was open season
lost perspective, it’s hot & hectic, yet cold & freezin’  
respect & love make it run, yet you insist on the teasin’
want a piece of the pie, but it’s already been eaten
life is a battlefield and you are fighting the demon
but the choice is yours, so struggle or start pleasin’

‘we are all in the same game, just different levels
dealing with the same hell, just different devils’
a true hero ain’t looking for worldly medals
ponder on purpose of life, caught in existential questions
heartless & righteous at the same time, like them rebels
-ASK