Friday, January 17, 2025

THE MIST


People losing their minds in a vicious cycle
Is it a problem of being fenced in?
But even some who explored and returned 
Found themselves in a downward spiral

Great children with great promise 
Trapped in cycle of diminishing returns
Took the road to the highest funway 
Had their minds cracked into splinters 

See young children once full of life 
Become unwitting shadows of themselves 
Hovering about like darkening clouds
Their guardians freezing in the headlights 

High on drugs, but low on goals
Aiming at action, but aiming aimlessly 
The decline puts a chill on your soul
Life a story, value your prose...

They said it's because the walls are fenced in
That there's something out there doing the feeding 
But one thing is certain, God we are needing 
Say no to drugs.

THE MIST

People losing their minds in a vicious cycle Is it a problem of being fenced in? But even some who explored and returned  Found ...