Fully Loaded, Let Me Spill…

Fully Loaded, Let Me Spill... short poem

Fully Loaded, Let Me Spill... short poemUploaded by Golden


And I don’t care how high you are
Is your mind open?
Blissful emotions exploding in these tunes
Mind blown, useless frowns
Wake me up
This life is endless, it’s passing
Moving fast or not fast enough
Fully loaded,Let me spill
Let me fill you in on these beautiful skills
People know different stories
That sought to different meanings
Words equal emotions
Emotions don’t mean anything unless actions are being introduced
Don’t speak to me in one way and value another
Perspectives are opinions from our natural aspects
Floating in the air like we are meaningless
Humanitarian power is powerless
We fear the unexpected and familiarize ourselves with the basics
Never wanting to struggle to learn
Powerless minds are always lurking
Be careful who you become
Everyone’s the same.

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Aloke
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Excellent execution. Cadence is fairly good.

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