in the fray, in the madness
we know inside we are a mess
we may be sloppy, manic
sometimes depressed, a bit pathetic
but we know who our individual
and collective souls are,
our speech spit out in a
semblance of rhetoric . . .
. . . sometimes we fit in but
mostly it's us battling them
refusing to live the grind
trying to find peace of mind
a piece of ourselves will live on
in what we leave behind
(part of 2nd verse & end of Outro)
¬ RaVen/ACS 2020
11.12 @ 04:43












