Still

I see dem evils, conjuring up schemes while I'm sleeping, like Jesus walking the dessert for forty days, a maze of burning temptation, how do we escape this lustful jungle, I love you, but only your skin, can you think of ways to trap me into the cob web, where nothing of love is spoken, a deep remorseful state, hate envelopes and develops into a plague, when everyone, even your idols fall into the material lake, we are humans, we are fake and real, but inside we conceal, caged and mystified by the materials we possess, are we possessed by the materials we obsess, male and female menopause, when emotions get high, pause, and breathe till every anger leaves, like the seasons change, feelings do the same, be the witness behind the doer, detached from the moment, even though they mistake your mistakes as true intentions, being cool and calm in midst of bombs, keeping still and stagnant, like a serene lake