Ivory Tower

Heres this curious situation, Where all things are exempt including mental masturbation, A stimulation of the cells firing rapidly to create this thunderous thrashing of sparking theories compressed into a thing called thought.

Where everyone here is ignorant in a fashion so hidden you begin to feel it fasten itself upon your common sense and eat it away ever so slowly, without you even being aware of it doing so, These people here are monsterous creations of years of being nothing more than controlled animations, doing daily lives only because they believe they should. And the grip of everything they could have been grabs ahold of your mind and binds it to the floor. With their words they hold you down and beckon you to stay until your will is sore from attempted flight. And the hunger to find something more makes you fight their dictator to the brim of self destruction. And you never win. The suction they have on your life is enough to make you mad with uncontrollable rage, And when its your turn to take the stage you say nothing. Outside the blaming of all your rebellious actions on a phase in life. And you just cover it up as another strife , where you coulda hit the homerun but just had another strike, And now you’re out , But this time you’re bruised dream just got up from nine rounds of being down, And without a sound she brings to the table a profound belief that you can break away from this grief and be something different than all these mental theifs, with nothing to give execpt negative resentment for doing what they wanted to do. And when you reach your goal and stand on the mountain peak you can speak your mind and tell them a rhyme so glorious they might just find it impossible not to cry. And the lives they lead and how much a mockery it is to their childhood goals and dreams, will be revealed, And their eyes and tongues will spill all the things they’ve tried to kill. No choice will be left for them but to feel your strength and will power, As they look up to you on your Ivory Tower. Oh what a wonderful hour that will be, When those blind to dreams, learn to see.

Ivory Tower


Winston Salem, United States

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I could of used the space bar a little more, But I think having it all one wall of text gives it more feeling.

It’s about my family, And the dullness they present.

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