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Change - for the good.

I wish I could tell you that everything is going to be alright,
I wish I could change the world,
I wish I could wipe your tears,

But that changes nothing.
Life is fragile, and imperfect,
And a single fragment of a second
Can make the world stop spinning.

I wish I could close my eyes,
and comfort you,
I wish so many things,
But then I stop, and a touch of calamity fills my heart.

You are you.
I need no change,
I need no wishes,
I need nothing.

You are strong as you are wise,
What many may not see in you,
I have felt in you.

Many a time,
Psychology is nothing more,
Than an ongoing joke,
'As if emotions were a science.'

But in truth, I tell you,
Emotions are the hardest science.
The most difficult of them all,
The realm of the unknown.

And your warm heart,
Takes it smoothly.
As mine shatters,
You tell me what matters.

Everything is not going to be ok.
Life is going to change.
But you can close your eyes,
And make it right.

Make it right for the young ones,
Make it right in your heart,
Let it all out,
For once, set them free.

Change their life.


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First my apologies.
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
We aint about that shit

Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.

We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists

But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…



It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

On nature's sincerity

I wish I could But I spoke nonsense I wrote it rather To speak it back to you.
The trees spoke quietly I looked from above and smiled The sun tucked away and I hoped It would spill its secrets.
The picture was rightfully painted Had I blinked, I would have missed it. Do not use sincerity It is not becoming of usage.
Learn to become And you will see the world As it was born It will smile once more. x