I was here

Balanced symphonies sound the hymns of muffled dreams. Concerned more with the end of times then the passion behind the moments. Intrigued by the face of the author instead of the soul of the writer. Zombies of biblical proportions inbred atrocities of human emotions. I wanna leave my body’s chalk print outlined in the minds of everyone’s lives. I wanna feed these lines into all of your orifices until your swimming like knowledge-famished porpoises in windowless offices. Feed on the sensations of painful realities. Reaffirm one’s reality by testing integrity and publically exposing the sins of your own hypocrisies. Remember how to forget for existing in the past without the ability to persist is as bad as showing up for a field trip but leaving your parental consent. If only my melodies could sound as heavy as a bey-huds-icated lyrical masterpiece. Technological ubiquity allows us to humbly reside anywhere that we decide, so why in the fuck do we continue to die in body, spirit, and mind. Why come we fear success but brave useless, proclaim sanity but display chaotic, feel lost….but never seem to use gps? I was, I am, I will be…………

-Yung Urban