bohemian understanding

 
love attacked my daydreaming reverie
it wrapped itself around my grieving soul
penetrating my deeper thinking
and uttered I understand

lulling me into a state of bliss
happiness I thought would never be mine
became a reality in my waking light
it came close I hestitated and it came closer

soon it was making descions for me
it took me aback but I thought it was a fair trade
my mind often took me on adventures I wish I never had
love of this type offered serenity
and wove its way through my soul

an entanglement of sorts
I didn't realize until to late
my man didn't love who I was
but the corrupted version of me he could display

I never liked what they call high society
and really I could live without it
I no longer recognized myself in the mirror
what I saw standing behind me was a dark phantom

who love my gentleness but not the idea of me
scared and scarred by the brutal truths he told me
I was a child of dreams and visions
and my kind of love couldn't be bought by the rich or pretentious

so I knocked over the monoply board and told him
he could no longer monopolze my attention
I am a bohemian artist painting the grey day blue

I pray for the homeless
like make sure they get their drugs today
and turn down the sun so it doesn't scorch them

beautiful spirits wild as the wind are out there
wrestinling with demons
I'm not impressed with people who live a blessed life
anyone could if they are favored and live protected
If no one will speak for them I will