Conceded Policies:
Dope Philosophies
My focus of velocity
Shows signs of high viscosity
I’m probably
Some prophecy
Honestly
Not guaranteed
but Possibly…
Maybe my train of thought did not flow properly.
To be sold and bought like plots of property
I felt traded, granted, awfully…
So then I found a girl across the sea
Someone who’s not too cool or hot for me
To mold my soul like pottery
Love works not without pure honesty
Or sacrifice…
Try Passion, pain, and blacker nights,
Without her, a starry night in paradise
Would seem no where close to half as nice…
But now I never view the sky…
And if you ever ask me why
It’s cause when you finally find the star you want
The rest just pass you by…