full circle

quick
a rotten orange has us choking on its peels
every rests in pushes and pulls
the prize being that no one will ever be blessed
we opted for older solutions and bolder delusions
that no longer fix the problem
if the goal’s for mother to never see stress
we’re too behind with every guess

and that’s on every issue, whatever we press
and when our cronies and dreams get seen
we become the lonely that screams
and they laugh at us with harmonious memes
’cuz we’re too caught up in our own arguments
to look inward and move forward
all them battles with phony regimes
took root from seeing only extremes

whoever’s out there is aware of their sunny days as storms come
and vice versa, ain’t no wrong-right versus
that take ain’t precise; this curse hurts her and it hurts us
can’t you open your eyes?
quick

there’s more than what we see
we’re more than what we see
all of them gutsy pleas of fire don’t hold candles to will
peek out of the windowsill
all of these cries are so rare a plan
but the clock’s ‘bout to toll and we’ll show there’s a land
that’ll reap what ain’t sowed till no air’s at hand
so before it’s all done, do you know where you stand?

let her breathe