By: Austin Harriott-Stewart
This is just a little something for your ear drum. I’ve been soul searching, sofa surfing at a Pier 1.
Just writing down my thoughts, but I’m feelin’ like Black Shakespeare.
I stay clear of the fortune teller, just in case my day’s near.
And sometimes when I’m strolling back to my home, complaining ‘bout how I don’t have an Iphone.
I put in perspective the fact some people can’t even get the lights on.
That’s the sad truth, darker than the colour in my eyeballs.
We now live in a world of screens and cameras.
Where pieces of paper determine your “human being” status.
Forgetting ‘bout what’s important in my life. My mom is telling me what’s right.
And I’m too busy just eating, reading a status. Eating, leaving the salad.
Reading, gaining no knowledge. Just memorizing this crap so my tests say I’m alright.
And seems like a lot of stuff on my mind. I’ll be halfway to 30 in some weeks.
Still so young I ain’t even thinking ‘bout college or university. Worrying.
Lurking me with the urgency.
Two years ahead, but it’s coming fast like emergencies.
You learn more and doors open. Better hold ‘em there just for courtesy.
Tryna change the world with currents, but sadly we live on currency.
Listening to everything that the media tells us.
Complaining about the rain, but too lame to get an umbrella.
And I don’t really mean the “rain”. That was theoretical.
Remember what’s real and let it get to your brain, instead of your retina.