Tradition by Eric Sparks

Head spins:
Too many drugs and
I overdosed on love.
I shouldn’t shrug and ignore this
feeling anymore. Before this nausea I roared
like a lion and screamed because the passion was
formed into my core. Four times I rapped on the door;
my teacher answered and said I was trapped like before;
so I’m lost and I’m bored and they promised me more.
I’m tired of this war.

It’s simply absurdity: no more and no less;
The average man assumes we’re naturally blessed,
but his average mind can’t offer more than a guess
at what could have possibly made us or why we consider
ourselves the best. When the sun sets before the night,
we see life is no more than a mess and I’ll be damned if I let
the stress continue to eat at my chest. We all need a rest and
you’ll never sleep if you think life’s only a test.