Habitual

Times True Reflection:Black blue and brokenI skate amidst these budding streets(But with a torch to light my path)Crude fakeness always shows its face(Trying to breathe amongst it all)Consuming things(More take no give)It never stops!Never have I felt more deprivedTimes true reflectionsBlack blue and brokenResting beneath a cypress treeI close my eyes (and finally see)Regaining strength by inner meansThe jungle's beasts now bow to me"Rise above" "overcome"You decide (it's your time)Times true reflectionsBlack blue and brokenNo slack habitual and automaticWith light of day building endless entitiesThe system that consumesShattering these streetsI feel the jungles beats (beasts)Now alive in me...