Some Are Still Searching - Poem by Dexsta Ray
Some are staring out of the dark
Staring at the cold world to find themselves
Searching through the pieces that they find
And try to conjure something better
Not too sure of how to change it
That void, that hunger for an item unperceived
Distorted and formed into another type of suffering
Called... fun... fun...
Is what the coelom calling
Every falling tear that fell upon a warm cheek
'Do not be troubled at all'
'You can make it'
We can tell them that
But then the darkness wedges inbetween
God can save you
Some are staring at the cold world through a baby's eyes
Water guns, someone having daughters, sons
And as they look into their children's eyes
Just to quickly find
That it's only really they
Now they traded spots
Wanting something different
Something better for the kid
But only to what's
Thus, developed after this
Mainly the major richest and the diamonds and the power
Degraded and occupied the children minds within the hour
Now that young boy has now become an older
Trying to find acceptance
You can see him
Through dissension and encroachment
And he found it now he really has to
Probably got some homies and the world is saying, 'Be this or be phony'
Unaware that, now, society controlling
Do we have the strength to turn?
Do a parrot mock?
First we have to turn away and break the devil's jewelry box
Which is full of false jewelry and alluring rocks
Some were searching for themselves
Aside the crooked bubble
But they ran into the Lord
And their cries were
And He took them all into His wings and sympathized their struggles
Freed them from the search of all the things that emphasized their troubles
They've found the searched for
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