05-17-2013, 08:20 AM
In a suit
and on the lamb,
from teachers, bosses,
mom and dad.
Expecting dreams
to fade in time,
expounding you
to fall in line,
and kill the voice
that makes your mind
your own.
Teachers train you
to forget,
bosses think
they’re heaven sent,
while parents
just lament your life,
and moan.
In a suit
and out of hope,
I kill my senses
just to cope
with senseless streams
of un-burnt smoke
and mirrors.
and on the lamb,
from teachers, bosses,
mom and dad.
Expecting dreams
to fade in time,
expounding you
to fall in line,
and kill the voice
that makes your mind
your own.
Teachers train you
to forget,
bosses think
they’re heaven sent,
while parents
just lament your life,
and moan.
In a suit
and out of hope,
I kill my senses
just to cope
with senseless streams
of un-burnt smoke
and mirrors.