P.O.V.

There was no lesson learned in time That I would confront you about A lie intercepting the truth I could To preach a lie in denial With no meaning I’m too full of thoughts to understand And see things and sit still Nothing means nothing to anyone I refuse to be condoned What is it that you’re running from Surviving to sing your song You leave much to be desired Fuel the flames until death Build the empire Discovering cracks made in the shack Long ago by a gilded age Looking man who asked if we knew What was unknown Unknown The fate of my life Starts to make sense to me And You sigh once again As I feel pain of farewell Nothing means nothing to anyone I refuse to be condoned