The Cure

I write, you read.

You dance, I scream.

Retain a lifestyle they can’t reach.

Cowards lurking in my shattered window as deceit and lies

knock at my door.

Shackled down I feel the sickness growing when wisdom is

seeping through the cracks.

Concept erased.

Pain struck embrace.

Something’s for sure; we are the cure.

I want to know just how long it takes to keep running

from something you know you can’t control.

Feel that?

Something’s for sure; we are the cure.