She Found Peace

They told her,

"Breathe, and get your mind off it.
Sleep under the star, don’t let your mind lose it.
Accept imperfection, practice mindfulness.
Don’t sweat the small stuff, and live with no regrets."

And so she remained cool, remained calm and let them drool
Acted fooled when they claimed she’s under-ruled
Such depression made her lend a barf
Turned her head around, whispered,

"That's enough."

And so she took a bath by the candlelight
She meditated by the neon light
She let her feet take her towards the pink strobe light
Smiled when she saw those idiots slipped by the mountainside

And she thought,

"Oh, they were right. Be present in the moment, leave the past aside."

And so she found the good in all situations and laid on the grass
Embraced her freedom and held her head up with class

-PRK-

The Grand Rummage

I believe there's an angel of inspiration

I believe that we all have a guardian

I believe that we're sent down here for some action

With time we'll realise that we're part of a composition

And it was ochestrated how the horoscopes are compatible

It was designed to make us feel quite comfortable

With what's up and what's down with the system now

It's only a matter of time for us to find out how

How we make things work

How we make the table turn

How we make the gears jerk

How we take the next turn

How we move from questions to questions

For the answers, we seek

How we shift from generations

To steal some things and let them leak

And if given a day to be someone else

I'd choose you over myself - yes, you

The first question I'd answer is what's on your mind

I'd say I wish I live in a gold mine

And the next would be what would you do today

I'd say I just want to laze all day
Lay down naked or covered in lace - all grey

But that isn't how a hustler hustle

Never been fed with a silver spoon or kept warm with a cuddle

Now, who am I to ask why a person is as such?

When even myself is purely imperfect

But one can only dream to be the dutchess

And build a fort for the misfits and rejects

As I believe that we're fairly classified

Not referring to the caste, races or colours

But the way we run the world from wrong to right

And I'm talking about showing our true colours

Am I vulnerable or am I too strong for you?

You tell me as I wouldn't know

Am I too different than I used to be to you?

This is just an advanced version you oughta know 

-PRK-