Them

Are they real? Do they feel?

The games they play

seem to have hold of the day

Don’t mean to judge

to scowl or whine

But if I had a choice

I wouldn’t give them my time

They just bring me down

and make me wonder

why I care

Why no one else

hears the Thunder!

A life they make

out of paper streets

heading no where

lost in time

Going out of my mind

Am I bad

or mean

or worse

for wanting more

and being bored

Aggravated by their pride

and sick of their niceness

when it’s just lies

                       

Treat me like a child

just because they're jealous

of the fire I ride

     On its Wings I Glide

As they pretend to understand

what it means to know

The Force of Her Flow