disembodied concience

"do you really think you want to live?
are you sure that that is what you believe?"
he says as I try not to scream
in agony confused-is this a reality or just a dream
"shut up! you don't know me"
"of course I do, I see everything you see
and I know how you feel
and what you want to be
where do you think I live?
Get your shit straight I'm inside your deep
mind and know you
and Fuck it, I can see through
your lies and your truth
and that hope that you have is a rotting fruit"
"what do you want me to say?
that my hope is a cracked clay
vase admit that I am night-not a day?
admit that it is a false ray
of hope that I am hanging on to?
reluctantly doing shits that I do?
Isn't me being alive a proof
enough to make a room
for the light to pass on
to right the past deeds done wrong???"
"But you are not that strong
one sharp turn and you are done"
"Agreed but I have a goal to reach
to melt that time that has freezed
to make someone feel that breeze
and plant that seed I once received
hope that it will grow
-that they'll keep it and not throw
away - nurture it, make it more
strong- strong enough to turn it into a lore
"so this is why you struggle, make a mess
why do you put up a brave face
hide your pain, hide your stress
well anyways I've proven my case.
What, you thought I didn't know?
that you just want to throw
your life away and not grow
to an old age but to be eaten by crows?
I know all of it
but I just wanted to make you admit
that you needed to accepted it
not to spit out your reason to live.
so fufill that and lets all leave
this world and feel relief
well, I'm out but just believe
it's a goal not far to reach!"

-Yakaa: Jujaan