The World Poem by phillip seymore

lids lifted to times of blurry vision
cause this mission has caused me to slip into this incision
like symmetry and division
this world is split to two sides that never listen
moving while im trippin trying to catch me slippin
blew past the finish line after my brief intermission
cause this vision has risin and its now in motion
putting books into my ocean
while i put my cap on and hope for waves to be coastin
cause this world thrives on no emotion
killing it in themselves like like death was a potion
they try to breath but its the smoke that is chokin
they think im dumb cause im outspoken
i just know what path i was chosen
words leak into your skin like lotion
the world is like a laundry mat but it runs on more than tokens