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The Passerby/Thinking

“The Passerby”

The gardens rejuvinate
With all the herbs they create
The sunlight infuses me
With precious Vitamin D

I have life and mother’s love
Why isn’t it enough?
To sustain me day and night
Why can’t I hold onto light?

What is good about my existence?
What is good about my heart?
I seemed to have formed resistance
So I may not fall apart

The street’s dead animals
Don’t phase the other mammals
They remain the passerby
I wonder if Heaven cried

And I have some luxuries
But they don’t fullfill me
I’ve been at these crossroads for years
Which road will cease all my fears?

What is good about my existence?
What is good about my heart?
I seem to have formed a resistance
So I may not fall apart

“Thinking”

Reliving abuse
Became my one truth
Dodging all those stones
Makes one monoton

And all the animation
Goes corrupt with Creation
But I try so hard
To inflate my heart

I try not to think about that
Isn’t that good thinking?
‘Cause once I start thinking ’bout that
I get close to sinking

Even blood is forged
In life like the morgue
Maybe I should smoke
Then I might not choke

And maybe cannibus
Will somehow restore mankind’s trust
As I try so hard
To open my heart

I try not to think about that
Isn’t that good thinking?
‘Cause once I start thinking ’bout that
I get close to sinking

He passed away
And he hit her
He shunned me
And he stold my soul
There’s an angel
There’s a demon
Life numbed me
Still I search for my soul

I try not to think about that
Isn’t that good thinking?
‘Cause once I start thinking ’bout that
I get close to sinking.

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