Slashing ink upon a canvas

To express the suffering

in a language my ancestors

Could not will not ever read

writing songs noone will ever sing

Lyrics that will never be heard

bleeding tears for pains noone's ever felt

a life not worth remembering

maybe in the next life

will notice patterns there for all to see

a message in a bottle

Just meant for you not

me

The world wasn't changing, it was just moving farther

from you

It's the same clouds, the same skies, the same shades

of blue

Any differences you've noticed

Any deviations

from truth

Are

Lies you've perpetuated

attempts at maintaining some

youth

Evolution is here to stay

yet you can still

choose

Blaze trails you wish existed

or slowly be killed off by the weakest remaining parts of

you