Illiterate spirit

Sitting in complete disbelief, full of discontent,
I was told by my mother and father,
That nothing is out of the realm of possibility.
Imagine if it disincarnated into despair,
Slipping away with the air.

It is the disturbing idea of,
How you treat me that disappears.
Found a sound that numbs the pain
Imagine what it will do to my brain
Moses had a staff to part the Red Sea,
Well I have the past to depart my insanity
Watch how three years of disappoint become undone.
It’s, locked up in my head, right there being fed
Something I can’t bare though the tears shed

I don’t worry about fear, not to be mislead
And get caught unaware in this sleepless state,
An unconscious debate within.
Much like dirt swept under the rug,
I have become yesterday’s problem.
Innocence was lost in a tattered relationship.
It turns my stomach inside-out to see you play with dignity
Don’t mess with my integrity, for that is blasphemy
Too give in too worldly things, it makes for and illiterate spirit