Road to Completion

Shake me down
Rape me down
Full blown break me down
Take my rights
At the height
Of this free world’s death flight
Burn the clothes, stop my engine
Heart and soul, don’t win elections
All my fire has been bottled up to keep me from pretending
I can make a difference.
Little girls subjected to short shirts,
Short skirts
Short end of the stick
What you get… is what you get
No point in striving
If hell and less than we deserve were underwater,
We’d be diving
Little hums and little mummers
Get knocked down a little further
Stop before they’re started
How can I become a canvas-less non-painting artist?
Working with nothing but my heart and a voice
Not by chance, but by choice
Wasn’t my plan, but it works
To keep me sane
Looking in the future, see my chanting from my grave
Can’t be stopped
Can’t be stopped
Forget the failures that I’ve had
Forever more I’ll do this
Cause eternity is more concerned with good intentions than life ever can.
So leave what they gave you
And burn the remains
Never let them count you in or out
My only guarantee is that not one step on this road to completion
Will be
In vain

Published by Kevin J

I think I write to try to explain moments that I don't truly understand. That's why I have a tendency to be wordy. The closer I am to minimalism, the better off I am. I also do it to keep records of what I was thinking at certain periods of time, so some kind of footsteps are left showing me how I got here. Looking back, it seems inevitable that I am where I am now; couldn't have been anywhere else. I don't have any goals for the future, except for trying to enjoy it. I'm the opposite of most people I know; I no longer want to know what is coming up next. I just want to create the road and ride, or not create it and ride anyway.

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