Tight Window Throws
 

Broken Windows

(Shattered windows frame the dreamin’. (Ha!)
Matters simple change the meanin’s.)

My head is boggled by the act the life.
Am I actin’ right? Is it right to act the way we have in life?
Half the people in society are lackin’ sight.
All the claims without back up lead me back inside.
No one around shares a single int’rest.
And I could rant for half an hour off a jingle written.
Breakin’ down the structures and the meanings and the how.
Shame is now the others have no reason to be proud,
Or even listen to a simple sentence about it.
Argumentative wit needs exercise but none can step to the challenge.

(Long drawn out convos leave the head with aching.
My brain is staying sleeping ‘stead of waking.
Talks about the Gospel and preceding,
But no one can pinch them from the dream.
But if a made an angel in the snow for every rotting being.
It wouldn’t change the fact their windows framed around a Dream.)

Shattered windows frame the dreaming
Matters simple change the meanings

This would fly in audio...Emotion wise I liked it, caught the flow nicely...Your opener was tight, solid after that...

Good spit bro.