The Raven House

when it comes down to it we’re all faced with how to do it find a purpose, find a space searching for our truest place we have this time that’s borrowed ... we’re all waiting for tomorrow where it’s better, where it’s best we’ve accepted this false test where we’re judged on our life stories, check our grades out in the morning when the sun burns through our shades & we wake to find the same, will we take it & embrace our ability to change? will we use the life we’ve got, & be mindful of our thoughts? or will we simply burn? silent still, waiting our turn, to become what they’ve been growing factory refurbished holdings just items on a line, push a button, watch the crime of lives wasted away being told how they should play x . ... . ... . ... . ... . ... . ... . ... . ... See more

grounded amongst the trees x . ... . ... . ... . ... . ... . ... . ... .

eyesore before now looking more i see its math time breaking glass a sharp edge view ... each line so true with wired tassels an electric castle x . ... . ... . ... . ... . ... . ... . ... . See more

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