disconnectedtension

im tired of pretending
my attitude im bending
for your friendship i save face
inside i feel disgrace
i want to be myself
inside there is such wealth
of creativity
somethings we disagree
intrinsic or fantasy
foundations of what is to be
subjective reality

the city streets smell like donuts
music is the thread that is stitched through time
carrying us through to the future
reminding us of the past.