Conflageration

The days burn slow, cookin up daily life
From daydreamish nightmares to slumberish strife
My years' so soft I can cut it with a butter knife
Closed captioned bodies signal smoke like dry ice

Not much in this world we can't come to expect
Teach a blind man to read, delete words and then stet
Denied the sweetest parts of life like a diabetic
When the last meeting we have is at the coroner's desk

Who knows what it is when we say what we'll do
Angels and devils cloud us like metaphysical hue
Banned from innocence, we make mistakes by the few
Bow to our knees, wash, now our souls are anew

Decisions held layman when we lack respect
Complication wanders into a grown man's lap
Need more be said on the topic of that?
Live long, be strong, on the strength of my rap