In the scheme of modern things
I stand amongst the screams
If you freeze em like a snap shot
Then you would see a dream
They’re reaching after me
To catch me off my guard
If I give ear to one lie
Then the road to destruction starts
Standing on the stage loud speaking
Then behind the scenes
The secrets of internet seekings
We are not the weaklings
Impacting like bee stings
Changing lives
When we arise from these dreams
Damn. There's not a single part of this poem that doesn't deserve some serious exposition. I love your persepctive, and I love your writing voice. You make me wanna listen twice.
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