Promiscuous World, And Promiscuous Mind
This world is random, this world is confusing,
Nothing seems to have a reason for happening,
Love and madness fall like the rain on my face, and sadness rolls down my cheeks,
My eyes always looking to the sky, for an answer, a reason,
But the stars never seem to fall to blow my world away,
To start a new way, another reason,
The promiscuous weather caused by those that know why, but lock it up so other can not,
Confusion and uncertainty burn like thundering volcanoes,
I try my hardest to shine a light to help save a few,
No one could ever save humanity, but a few could delay the end,
Allowing for that extra day to make that payment,
Or that extra hour so that you could meet her, as she waits for you,
An hour could change your life,
And a day could change the world for you,
My mind seems to be organized chaos, but my mind provides no answers for me,
Only others,
To show that you always have time to say something, just give it a chance,
If so your world will change, change for the better if you choose,
Or change for the worse if you ignore it,
With time comes chances, and chances give you time,
Time to do more and time to let the worries of promiscuous to let go,
Promiscuous would be nothing if we all gave a chance at time,
Time that we waste away each time we ignore and forget it,
Yet shall we all let go and through our hands up,
The rain that falls off my face are the worries I let go,
My fears fly away, leaving we clear to think, to wonder and care,
Promiscuous doesn’t stand a chance as our fears and confusion fall to ground,
Each reaching a new higher experience, a higher reality,
Just let the rain fall, and let yourself flow freely like the wind,
Let yourself be you, and others are sure to fallow,
Each surely to branch of a single idea,
Freedom allows to escape from promiscuous and confusion holds nothing to you.