As Im collecting my thought theres a certain aura in the air, as I smell trouble burning in this small sedan wrapped in the mixed aroma of mixed emotions and swisher sweets cigars. I wonder...I wonder about certain entities occupying my mind like protesters: rioting, building group sit ins, and chanting commands towards and agenda I for one do not understand, nor do I want to. Conformity: the open plea of my mother to stay in school, the silent worries of my father to stay in reality, along with the pressure of my friends to follow their lead, as well as the forever concurring model of which is implanted into the mind of our culture: finish school, work for life, die for nothing. These voices act as many horns playing the respective full bar note that does not blend into a blissful melody but into a distant distorted noise. It pains me, though I am numb internally through external stimulus as well as discipline not to listen in. Realizing the time and place I am in I quickly come to my senses as I see my homies snap out they like Why you tripping?
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 16:57:55 +0000
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