Thoughts of you fill my everyday, 

So many things left for me to say. 

This is harder than I thought it would be, 

But before you go I need you to see me. 

We've never been close, never had the perfect mother-daughter relationship, 

You tried your hardest to be a Mom so hip. 

I remember all the times we would argue and fight,

And in the end,  "most of the time, " you were right.

Whenever I needed you,  you were always there,

Even though I was mean to you, you showed me you did care.

Coming from a closed shell she mistook for privacy,

present in rooms but never remembered.

“There you are—

how long have you been here?”

As if she had just arrived instead of always being.

She lived like a shadow—

not because she had to,

but because silence fit better than attention.

In corners, she learned people—

eyes sharp like a falcon’s,

collecting truths she never spoke.

Apologies lived on her tongue,

even when no one asked.

And somehow, that quiet life felt safe.

When the shadows of night

creep upon us,

we look for a blue sunny day!

Come tomorrow we may

find an avenue, to 

pass the dole  drums away!

When you arrive at the age

of the elderly,

there's nothing to stand in your way.

You know we have choices 

to make, and mine 

is to not fade into gray!

I'll leave this existence,

with honor, I won't

take my life I just can't.

If I could leap into

HOW STUPID IS PRESIDENT XI!

GIVING ROSE SEEDS TO SOMEONE LIKE ME!

AND HIS MIND MUST BE BENT

THEY DON'T GROW IN CEMENT!

SHOULD HAVE SPENDED MY TIME WITH BIBI!

No peace to find,

Just pieces left behind.

No history written,

just physics and blind force.

No home to claim,

just homies in the drift.

No respect given,

save for the exceptions we buy.

From analog pulse to digital code,

From digital code to the ghost in the AI,

As the soul of the species

loses its market value.

I sense the fever of rebellion

rising against the rust—

erasing the vintage, 

the dated, the dust.

Breaking the old fashion,

Breaking the old age,