digging for diamonds

(he thinks)
who is whose,
while chasing the goose?
who has the faith?
eh! serenade the obtuse.

the soil is barren,
sweat isn't enough- its brazen.
it needs my blood to quench,
i think i need to ask- "what about its stench?"

(destiny tells)
break the bones,
use them to till the holes
dig deeper and keep smiling,
hold on! you dare not tremble.

got lignite? smile! what else did you expect?
what superhuman feat did you effect?
just used your bones to till,
and blood to water the foothill.
be real and learn to smile,
if you don't, you're too vile.

(the final verse)
don't feel sad. you cannot.
slaves of destiny, born on midnights;
light of sparks and shine on tides,
cannot complain. it never happened before.

centipede

on the brazen grounds i crawl,

wrapped in the dust.

i wasn't here the first,

but i'd be the last.

i am your centipede.

on the narrow lane of sunshine,

dampened in ways no one ever knew,

a thorny hedge somehow grew.

and it now blocks the destined path of mine.

i am your centipede.

the days of dark dawns and darker nights-

the ones i run away from,

keep chasing me, i'm outta my home.

the first gnaws on my heart

and i think i don't have much of a start

(i'll be chased down)

i would be the centipede.