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Whirr, click! Whirr, whirr, click! Torque jerks gears and chains to life. My Innovation.
We left our hearts to live in our heads. It was supposed to get easier but compassion is dead. Driven by money and heavy with pain; The blood on the ground runs in each of our veins.
Two sleek eyes cast wide open. in the dimmest of lights, pages flutter ajar. A composition of innovation seeps out of the young lad’s mind.
Not Stagnant By: Eric Turner
I sit in constant worry, wishing on a star. What I will I do that could change my life…forever? Will I make it that far? My mind is conflicted. Anxiety is consuming me.
I let the shadows speak I let the mind grow But never let it be weak, To discover the things I need to know. A beginning of a moment must come to an end The end of a moment must come to a beginning.
Little ant in the hole, Go dig like a mole, Little ant in the hole, Don’t go explore. For you do not know what is out there, The unknown is forbidden, and that is why it is evil.
That little Uganda boy Tripping, falling over glass Decay and forgotten objects linger When does it stop? When do the bruises cease, And absent peace subside from the mind of that little Uganda boy
Walking down the street Suddenly life changed I thought to myself “I gotta stop being so disengaged, It’s time to take control of my own life, Be the man I want and end my strife”