Reverse REM Cycle

To get and grasp separation of paths is difficult sometimes

how do I accept chaotic intersections that are not mine?

So emotions keep fumbling over, but the top's still on

there's only so much you can cover when the chef is gone


So spiting yourself you went of on a persistent rage

You took the branding to his soul and needle to her confidence

the way that this is going you might as well just stay behind your fence

of ego carved iron and a lock with keys consequence

Are you the curse or cure?


Go to sleep little girl

you've had enough tantrums

hopefully understand when you're awake 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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