Always Looking Up At The Sky

always look up to the sky
forever asking never-ending why
smelling my disgusting cigarette smoke to sigh
never quite knowing how i came to buy
into all the silly nonsense spewed by people running by
deep in the stimuli of our constantly vibrating society
free from nothing except when we stop for tea
cold hands betray a warm heart
but a cold heart will never fall apart
only flesh, soft and warm, can bleed and break
those who have nothing left to give, can only take
hope for the hopeless, the sky speaks of freedom
of those trapped in a society of nom nom nom
SlaveSofia SlaveSofia
26-30, F
Nov 22, 2011