RockPaperScissors
Not for the tricks,
Not for the clicks,
Not for the pricks
That cross my path
I found my voice.
I have a choice
When eyes are moist
In aftermath.
Stop telling me
That you can't see.
Don't color me
With vacant stare.
Just hum along
And sing a song
Of done gone wrong
Or love to share.
No one's fighting when their singing
Cause music melts a heart of stone.
In this life, rock paper scissors
Guitars mend the monotone.
No gouging sticks
Between conflicts.
No splitting bricks
Upon the stand.
Give me some words
That can be heard
Above perverted
Slight of hand.
For the colors, for the others
Touch another life and live
After all, we're only human
With bones and tones and hearts to give.
No one's fighting when their singing
Cause music melts a heart of stone
In this life, rock paper scissors
Guitars mend the monotone.
If touching you
In smile or truth
Above the hue
Diversity
So you can rest
In think or jest
And give your best
Come hum with me.
I write these words
With thoughts unheard
With I am third
Priorities.
God, my fellows
Not empty bellows
Kept by my
Authorities.
No one's fighting when their singing
Cause music melts a heart of stone
In this life, rock paper scissors
Guitars mend the monotone.
