Define Happy
• Written by Kanvas
I know you think
I'm not listening
Trust me beautiful
My mind is frightening
There's this thing I hear from people
Nearest to me I suppose
Like giving a fuck anymore,
That shit just comes and then goes,
The greater morose, and
Apparent in droves, they
Believe it can not be controlled,
No matter their intended prose
I can sense the internal dialog
Exploding within them
Like an unspoken sin
I guess that's just life though,
It's high notes float by like clouds
Like you need that Dragon Ball
And your best is not enough
I should be proud
Volcano I erupt this lava from
My lungs to
Incinerate them
That must be a verb
Like one of those things you do
Least that's what I heard
That shit feels foreign to me
To have your voice heard
I hear it so much
By now I should have such
A great grasp on this stuff
Like Lebron missing none
Of the input I take in
But all I can see
Is fire around me ignited
By me and then doused
In gasoline
Everything is "Oh have you seen the latest news?"
"President this", or, "I need some more shoes"
"These shoes are nice but I always need more"
"The world can not see that I'm thirsty for
Attention Love and Basic Human Needs
Like polar bear, who only bleeds before
I wear him!
I don't need to see
The hollow existence of my reality.
I can buy everything, you see
And you're nothing, have no money
No foreign cars, no pill bottles.
Your clothes are not designer
My toilet paper is so much finer
Than any threads you put on that body.
I know I will die some day
But unlike you, I'll take my beauty to the grave."
Man this shit is fucking sad
To watch adults be this fucking bad
At taking care of obvious things
Within themselves, spiritual needs
Identify then quantify
The figures in your life
Paying the highest possible price
To masterminded lies
Mortal goals
Blinded fools
Morals truly don't mean shit
When cash involved they take a sit
My diamonds might be gold-dipped
But at least my soul's intact, no devil's tricks
That must be a verb
Like one of those things you do
Least that's what I heard
That shit feels foreign to me
To have your voice heard
Almost fucking 30 and the time makes my eyes dry
I can't quantify my own needs even if I tried
Sativa be helping me process these broken thoughts
I don't have the wisdom to identify dark plots
That must be a verb
Like one of those things you do
Least that's what I heard
That shit feels foreign to me
To have your voice heard
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About the Artist
Kanvas
Member since February 28 2019