Tired

Silent rebel

 

There’s a wild wind blowing

Down the corner of my street

Every night there, the headlights are glowing

There’s a cold war coming

On the radio I heard

Baby, It’s a violent world

 

Love. We are born with it, it brings us together, grounding us.

Time. We are taken by it, tightly by the wrist it drags us from life to death. Man’s greatest enemy… Maybe.

What a time to be alive, what a time to be born, freedom we are told, freedom we are promised, born is the free generation, only for age, for time to teach them otherwise… freedom, nowhere to be found, passionately looking, a world once full of wonder through the young eyes is corroding, peeling away as pleas are violently handled…

 

I hear it coming

I can hear the sirens sound…

 

Time came creeping

Time’s a loaded gun…

 

Though born with the ability to reason, to love… Born into a world claiming to be what it isn’t… A world ruled by a system that takes but never gives, a bad word, a fuck. A world designed to hold the young minds down as time drags them quietly to the grave… It’s time to resist… Yes… It is time…

 

Gravity release me

And don’t ever hold me down

Now my feet won’t touch the ground

 

 

Song: Life In Technicolor by Coldplay

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About Ndumiso Mncwabe

When beautiful melodies tell us horrible things and grisly sounds tell us the kind truth. This is where life and music meet. They say music has the power to inspire change, I say music has the power to inspire vibes. Good vibes and bad vibes. It also has the power to inspire thoughts, but most importantly, for it to inspire change, it must inspire conversation. I smell music, I speak music. View all posts by Ndumiso Mncwabe

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