I Think This Is Important.
the here and now is all we have, i don't know how we can dab with all this foul play going on, nobody's making real songs, this whole world's gone wrong. walking around town, and i can't help but frown, it astounds me the fact that i can't catch a passerby's eyes, cos they infatuated by lies from their phones, "when in Rome" has become unknown, and do it for the vine has become sublime. illuminated screens is now the fate for the teens, who be bleeding for some recognition, in the form of likes, listen. why click like, when you can fall in love with the words of a book, i'm so shook, nobody's looking at my words and it hurts, but i know, that id do this over dessert, cos its worth it. and i'm not gonna desert it. I write what I see, what I believe, what I feel, what I think the world needs. But obviously i'm not wanted. and i'm haunted by the fact that my words are overshadowed by fake boobs with tats, lattes with no fat, or a girls weight loss stats. its so superficial and my flow is clinical but i guess i'm a little cynical, but that don't make what i'm saying less critical.
