Playing in my head like old school hip-hop - now stop,drop, and roll through the fire - wood trees, forests I've seen these- this, that, there, everywhere - surrounding myself with people - humans are what they are called - telephone, ring, answer- questions still existing in my mind- body, soul is the type of music I listen to - hear the words coming from my mouth - ears, nose, cheeks , and eyes - see this world from my point of view and learn the lies - stories i'm told but they all have a ending - death, a goal we all unintentionally reach yet fear - of God may be something I posses - hold on to life and all the things in it before it's time to end it
- Jerri- K
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