These Are My TimesA Poem by Esteban Sky Cuevashey you, covered in blue nobody tells you what to do, do
ya? kings, clerks, schoolyard jerks fall in line for unearned perks,
don't ya? pay it no mind, payed no mind your mind's not worth buying up with the sun, down with the
moon the moon is all you know because these are my times these are the schemes that mull
around in my mind if these are my times where are the dreams, where is
all that's mine? hey creep, pretentious chic everything's better when things
are bleak, aren't ya? charged dock, you cyan c**k you must work past five o'clock,
don't ya? reelin' in the times, reel in the
times time has left you behind up with the moon, you love the
sun but the night won't let you go but these are my times that I have chose and won't
simply be left behind if these are my times then why are foes willingly
inside my mind hey you, get in line you don't tell me what's aligned,
do ya? stand up, on your feet I tell you when I am defeated stop, look, learn to breathe I know what I want, not what's needed tell me, do not lie I don't know how else to die, do
I? © 2016 Esteban Sky CuevasAuthor's Note
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Added on June 16, 2016 Last Updated on June 16, 2016 AuthorEsteban Sky CuevasHesperia, CAAboutI write everything when given the chance. Poetry, short stories, news stories, songs, editorials, reviews, even scripts. more..Writing
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