Same Coin
Rhythm with a beat
Sharp in the thought
Cars of the trains
Feathers of a bird
Maddening in the fad With shifting societal
lines
Midnight intrusive thoughts
The constant human grind
A future next to come
Rap in the rhyme
Cut in the mind
Tracks lay in kind
Feathered in oil
With shifting societal
Our own colliding minds
Degradation during darkest times
Overtook past forgotten life
dreams at a stand still
held by our own planet’s will
Andrew Lim is a young writer from the Philadelphia area. Inspired by the world around him, Andrew continues to move each day to further improve his writing. He hopes to one day inspire the growth another young writer far in the future.