Just an old verse I wrote..I dug it up thru my book of rhymes and it’s one of my favorites..Feedback is appreciated..
“Blind”
No birds in sight but i still hear the chirp and a tweet//
What could it be?/An old,nervous man crossin the street//
Alot goin trough my head in this time span//
I just cant help feelin bad for this blind man//
Never seen his parents/Can’t have fun;stressed//
Never seen color/Try and describe a sunset//
Paintings,drwaings,movies,lights,or reflections//
Only knows names/He doesn’t know if he' liked or respected//
Does he know of his home?/Where’d he go if he got lost?//
He’s on his own/He ain’t gotta respond to no boss//
Out in the streets/He knows sound;can’t stand the quietness//
Influence is music so I’m fuelin ad supplyin it//
Of course i’ll never understand/I’ve never been a part of it//
But maybe there’s another hand/Another side to this argument//
He never had to see murder and how the crew would miss a G//
He never has to see how the young live life so superficially//
As I turn back and listen to the fake chirps that helped him cross//
I take a second to think about the world and how he may be better off...//
i love it. these are the kind of verses i wanna write. i dont doubt that i have the ability, but the time and creativity... in the past few years thats been slippin away..
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“Death is inevitable... Welcome it as a friend, and it can’t be your enemy”
What I wouldn’t give to start over...