Thinking...

Existing Thought

By: Mosaic

From: Dynamic Poets Crew

Time follows infinitive theories intricately freeing the vain,

So much pain it's mundane the maze twists and turns in rain,

Insane sanity shadowing chilly hell drowning in puddles,

Burning the king yelling freedom at last in cages we cuddle,

But chains stay the same in a game you were meant to lose,

So why buy polluted products  in the name of veracious clues,

The burses they use to disorient the dent pounded to your rent,

Must of meant that the lint bent in dimensions unkempt so hence,

The circle formation in devastation incarcerating the maze,

We over gaze under water from a martyr in a school daze,

Be patient or amazement will be caved in for young rebels,

Black peddles trickle down from the existence of maintenance,

Generalizing a dead king instantly brings relevance to intelligence,

The benevolence crafted through the youth foundation,

Kinetically intertwined grape vines in a blind dime nation,

The high crime dine and dash out lasts inquiry for the past,

No questions asked when masked bats leaves smoke to rats,

As a matter of fact it distracts the act we lack to be winners,

In a time of inner litters we sinners are little to beginners,

Just think how could a blink link your brain in the wires,

Just hire that liar and watch him burn us all in the fires,

It's a desired diary when we need to be free it's gone,

it's unreachable in the cubical soul so just sing a song,

Till the wrong is finished and diminished into ashes,

That clashes with the matches scared forever with slashes.