Winding down

Runnin out time looking at hands as they bye

Clocks arrows they tend to fly better duck hide

Strive for survival is worth describing his mind

His own island finds the light within the night

All alone silent the day beckons the fight no

Bias divine science both weapons are right

Crowd liars choirs or riots don’t know which

Required this undecided writer reflect the world

Divided is it alright then to form his own

Alignment through refinement of the pen the

Forge his own assignment give false hope is

Heart gold or cubic zirconia who is on the fence

Learned to minds his own business as stool pigeons

Saw the lost sold to riches media potray picture

Got the mob’s lynched with unrepentance shower

Pittance for the pitied broke while behind the closed

Doors committees’ control