Father Time


Father time
Let me be the first to say
That your not a father of mine
You keep fucking mother nature
And thats why my mother hates you
I couldn’t even relate to
The things that lay upon your brain
That’s why I choose to paint words
Upon this page
I’m a victim
And I think she’s become enraged
And that’s when I flip the page
Everybody wants to be something
Who wants to be nothing
I’m steady searching for something
Ill never get
But seeing as how my dreams
Are somehow seeming irrelevant
I’m seeing something so everlasting……….

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