Locked Life

System identified as unclear
The resolution of the word is fading
I’m waving my spirit to jiggle the motivation of minors
Yet they are clueless
(Oh I miss the good old days)
When systems all worked/games weren’t played
People knew who they were without being labeled

Now they are just lying there
Way to get lost
Places are mapped all over the world
Maps are now
Searched in the palms of Missing Hands

A moment to breathe
A moment to realise who you are
And to find who you wanna become
A higher achiever with an inspiration worth millions
To the kind of hearts resting there way to heaven before they all fall apart

You’ve written enough to kill my thoughts
Seen the bad days hidden behind a bad hair day
Couldn’t explain the way you make me feel
My mind is in the whirlpool

The direction is leading one way
Yet my mistakes are the other way

Interrupted for approval
Yet never admitted
Indian-giver received stolen goods
Manually leaving behind the reason
Why the goods were taken
Mess now needs cleaning
The capsule pleads

Voice your option but words aren’t coming out really clear
For you to hear
I’ve herd your motive time and again
Jury isn’t surprised at the declination
Of the defendant

Tap once on the cell walls
For the whistle of a brand you day
Echo your way home
Spirits rising while
Your time is slowly dividing

Respect isn’t granted consent
Or approval
Overall your left empty handed
Worse then before

All that was taken
Were
Things you thought you had
Just a fading memory
In a Amnesia Living world

Fold your arms
The genie
Doesn’t have all day to make
Your fears fade away

By Chloe Rae