I read something the other day
Nothing more casual than a bland old brand new cognitive trait
Nothing wrong, another way to let my inner mundain parlay
But strong analyses fray
A grim outlook to further stir up my bitter thought pool turret
Crazy, how all dissonant omens can find their way to converge
To symbiotically merge
On the verge of a frail equilibrium
Ready to crumble
Bounce back
A mind purge
But hold up
It ain't about the end that we know
Let's craft the next whistle that we blow
Seven to six tonight
Until your flow just feels right
Dispair, doom and anger
To black the slow fade, future never grimmer
Always bitter, a big sledge hammer
On people's faith in the world
Just another fucking fate tarnisher
But hold up
Hold up and wait
Step back, gyrate
Inward you check
To try and locate the hidden crate
Awaiting you, to reconnect
The weakened tethers and bonds
The frail rivers and ponds
The dryed out pockets and funds
The fragile inner response
And shout: I LOVE MYSELF
It's all about the tethers you hold
Embrace yourself and others behold
Seven to six tonight
Until your flow just feels right
Corny, cliché, ah
Hardest to build and nourish ah
Mutual link, cater to flourish ah
Entertwined selfflessness, ah
Arms out reach, ah
Lots to teach, ah
Share the each, without preach, miles to keep, ah
Open fist, ah
No crisis, ah
Get the gist, wipe the mist, break the twist, ah
The belief from within in our uniqueness
A relief, to breathe in and defy bleakness
On a leaf, that maxim to pursue rightness
No more grief, the lining in silver brightness
The mutual link now cultivated
Vibrant endeavours, once jaded
Free after so long marinated
Hoping no one by may Saadiqally come and bait it