Mission Scene, Pt. 2
This is my heart’s cry,
Waiting on the world to
Change, crossing borders,
Fireproofing marriages,
Domestically the beaver
Releasing the reliever
Into a field of dreams,
If we build it they
Just might come an
That’s how we twiddle
Our thumbs, waiting for
Blockbuster to be the
Thruster of our satisfaction,
Flashes of genius inspiring
Courtroom repercussions
But in the end victorious
Are these characters wearing
Pride on their faces, some
Of these vcr back in the
Reflecting chair and hide
In what will abide in the
Lowest of my side,
It’s the strongest that
Survive, its Jaguar Paw,
Its his forest and no
One can defeat him,
This teaches me that
I can walk in victory
Without fear of an
Enemy cobras and
Cougars learching in
The distant rainforest
They can’t be my tourist
To a world of fear, rather
I just lye here and let
The world whisper
In my ear but I feel
His beckoning to
Let go of what I
Miss out on, what
I feel I might not
Find.
