by Ahmed Al-Idreesy Adil
Wake me up..
Wake me up when all the struggle ends and everything is sky high beautiful..
and all the sufferings are never worn as dresses on the shoulders of the oppressors or the government
Wake me up..
When everybody knows the real meaning of confidence and no one mistakes my two cents for arrogance
Wake me up..
To save me from..
The nightmare I’m trapped in…’cuz frankly, I’m just another Clapton…
Suppressing my tears with a heavenly mind-state giving me the ability to rhyme great..
Wake me up in a time where love flames blaze eternally,
Roads paved with burgundy flowers that portray the eccentricity of my right brain in this very hour..
Wake me up in a time..Where power aint to the people but the people are the power..the power..
Wake me up..
way
back
in
time..
Back when I used to scribble my lines on the inside of my mothers womb,
Detach the cord from my umbilicus stick it to my hemispheres cuz i needed food…
For ideas..Spitting DejaVus with fluid flows that interact with the ‘Lob-dobs’ of her heartbeat..
Wake me up..
When money grows on trees..
‘Honey, Don’t O.D! loose yourself in the melody,
Watch my soul unleash..little tachyons that travel timezones and be-
yond the human imagination’
Wake me up when you find poverty an equation…
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