To Live Again (The Spoken Word by Morgan Lambert Hopson II) 2015

Free my mind! Let go of these times about to unwind. Sign of the times? Maybe? No rhymes…just a fine time to cosign for the fact that we are all going to die. The big pie in the sky is nigh. A lot closer if you decide to let your hair down and get high. You see, we are kept from the things that allows us to witness heaven. Seven days, seven ways, ubiquitous decays. Say, “Hey!” no more. Pray until you are blue in the face, go fast asleep and snore, give chase with dreams and seams. But it seems…You can’t stop who we have always been… and who we will always be. You can see, if you fancy. Most…close their eyes to ignore the futuristic prophecy, handed down through cryptic literacy; keeping our minds fresh, so we humans won’t bore. Ennui is today, yesterdays past and the lore. It is not a riddle; no violins nor fiddles…Alas, we have been down this road before.