These Are My Times

These Are My Times

A Poem by Esteban Sky Cuevas

hey you, covered in blue

nobody tells you what to do, do ya?

kings, clerks, schoolyard jerks

fall in line for unearned perks, don't ya?

pay it no mind, payed no mind

your mind's not worth buying

up with the sun, down with the moon

the moon is all you know

because these are my times

these are the schemes that mull around in my mind

if these are my times

where are the dreams, where is all that's mine?

hey creep, pretentious chic

everything's better when things are bleak, aren't ya?

charged dock, you cyan c**k

you must work past five o'clock, don't ya?

reelin' in the times, reel in the times

time has left you behind

up with the moon, you love the sun

but the night won't let you go

but these are my times

that I have chose and won't simply be left behind

if these are my times

then why are foes willingly inside my mind

hey you, get in line

you don't tell me what's aligned, do ya?

stand up, on your feet

I tell you when I am defeated

stop, look, learn to breathe

I know what I want, not what's needed

tell me, do not lie

I don't know how else to die, do I?

© 2016 Esteban Sky Cuevas


Author's Note

Esteban Sky Cuevas
This is a rough draft. This will probably be changed / edited as I work on it.

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Esteban Sky Cuevas
Esteban Sky Cuevas

Hesperia, CA



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