Thoughts Poem by phillip seymore

its to easy to get lost in the madness on the TV
that same box keeps us confined and breaking the barriers of our celling
and that same feeling of concealing our feelings leaves us lost with no healing
stealing and dealing death blows to our future we find to often appealing
im telling my Kodac to hold that flash cause i dont want to get lost in the moment
compasion, Our race didnt used to lack that component
so i take pride in the little things so i hold it and own it
because love is a mischievous mistress that lifted up her dress all to many times for me to kiss it
meaning i seen what she had to offer all to many times
between her and the world its psychological warfare of the mind
and in this fight im lost and confused
so its all to often that these keys get abused
I'm trying to stay on my P's and Q's
but i been getting more Q's than answers
because questions infect my brain like cancer
so im telling myself to let go
cause yesterday i was fighting for today and today im fighting for tomorrow