Michael Figueroa (12/26/90 / Bridgeport, Connecticut)

One day the chains can pull you down one path
Next day your hauling down thee' others wrath
Is there an equilibrium to bliss once lost
Perhaps regurgance cleanses what had be tossed

If only I can show what’s not hard to see
The mind has effected both you and me
Like waves that smack the pumping hole
Tensions eased when burnt goes the bowl

Told like a story of what goes through my mind
Scattered pictures of what’s been in time
Buried beneath the courtyard for friends
The passing of time and making amends

You live and you learn
What stays and what burns
By making inferences on differences, You know that I know
Would be a change beneficial, not simply for show

See faith resides inside ones soul
Never give-in and abandon your goals
Don’t worry, for church bells have yet to chime
Always an option, simply sublime