the hour

There are riddles and clues in my artworks structure

There are none that represent my own dying culture

You have to pick your poison to know that it’s working

I guess the disturbing part is that it never stops hurting

Making the time doesn’t work if you keep the crimes

Will I meet someone special while I make the climb?

Each time you forgive yourself, you cheat the help

My body’s health comes with stimulated cells

If you wait the hour, you’ll know what’s after

Perfection comes with some unknown factors

Do you think your mind can make it work faster?

Every day is like writing a brand-new chapter

Midnight comes as the darkness does

Waiting the hour to see what I’ll become