morrow

What are you breathing...?

What are you hearing...?

What are you seeing...?

I just want to tell you there is a dark cloud I cannot speak of 

my eyes, my guide

but for me to breath 

I need to know I belong up there 

one day every body will work for me

no; not one day, I mean now

my ear is on the ground not on radio 

my eyes are on written words not on TV

let me do the programming myself

fuck school programming; all they do is lie and test 

and fuck the world all they show is illusion

 fuck religion all they preach is heresy and hypocrite

thank you

love