My date

Repetition of the years through time

Everytime it comes around
Excitement fills me with a certain sound.
A road where u know it somehow will always be around
Another year old,
gone is the times that have been told.
But age is just a number that will slumber in keeping you in from the cold.
I expect nothinge Yet yearn for something and always wondering
What could be in life keeps me searching for an impossible uplink
No materials would be welcomed
As the physical things are just society's programmed ground of a hunting.
Discombobulated by the hanging colourful common bunting
I'm tuned to be different like
A colourful guide that holds a whisper
Black and white is how they want me to see life
Erm excuse me.... Mister
You're not getting the jist of what I'm confessing in my sins, so I'll split this blister
You have white, I'll have black ok
Just like how I think is the road that misguides my sister.
My insides search for an everlasting prolonging opportunity
That's holds me close to the truth
That it's not always about me.
We should meet on date where we can both admit what this s**t means
If we need eyes to see my message
Then we confirm to the understanding that our system lives with us, unseen, existing subliminally.
I act in a certain and uncomfortable way that should not be treated as frivolous and disguarded criminally.
So I look straight and embrace my willing to be everything your not willingly
my roots are planted from when I was never on my own
It was us together
A circle of just us three supporting each other through the untold and unknown
Caged and if we could have been probably would have been sold
For the habitual funnds supplied to another one of those who knows the route through the loophole.
I'd have been good as a cia mole but that's not my aim so lets just whoa,
I'm talented at what you're not
Cause I'm not about telling you I told you so

Author's Note

All insights welcomed

Reviews

[Ms claws]

Neville, I love how the author starts on the road's beginning, knowing things will always change.
How the author signifies "age is just a number"...that we all are searching.
The meaning begins to come into focus.
The author states another finds the route through the loophole and it's true.
The Bible says we should love our neighbor as we love ourselves.
That would make everything equal.
So why don't we? I grew up surviving on food thrown away by those that thought they were too good to eat beans and cracker. Now, I buy my own beans and cracker.
Very good provocative write. Thanks for sharing.