FYNOCKIM

Forget what you've been told to see… and unsee what you have heard

You often miss the message because… you obsess over every other word 

No real visions for your decisions you struggle to keep your mind focused

One wonder rots to spawn tens of worries that plague your soul like locust… 

Cares and worries, blur lines into flurries cultivating confusion into a mist. 

Keep watching nothing, keep secretly bluffing, diving headfirst into the abyss.

It is what it is, not what it can be, dreams devoured like candy, forcefully forgotten.

Moving in repetition, always forgetting the mission, sadly glad to never be what's not.

Forget what you thought you knew… knowledge should be fluid.

You can not control or contain it… it is mystical like a druid.

No easy outs or easy routes… If it is worth having then it is worth earning.

One day becomes one week… we can't stop the world from turning. 

Cares can't wait for you to be late… they decay slowly, biding time in a lonely room.

Keep hopes and dreams sacred… sharing them with the wrong hearts brings only doom.

It is a rat race where dog eats dogs… you either hunt, gather, or get stuck paying the bill.

Moving is what we're all doing even when we stand firm on the ground, this planet is never still.