Just Live

Conceit marks the path of the wicked – forever’s a long time to be caught up in it.
Illuminated conspiracy theories making me weary..
Still dreaming for amnesia,
another dawn and my eyes are still bleary.
Extreme mental strain,
but the cap is still fitted.
Everyday struggle is just part of the grind…
Visualizing the sun rising gives me intense peace of mind.
Annoyingly insistent on following the path of the scripted…
The beat you can’t hear gives me peace like a ballad;
the rhythm to dance and forgive…
Courage speeds the tempo,
this song was never written.
But neither was yours…just live.