07.2023.09
Face in the dirt once again. As life peels back the layers of m… Secrets that hide deep within. Relative to those I call kin. Wounds to the core that run deep.
I’ve let others take my voice and… Let me believe my thoughts, words… Been through hell and back, said t… Awaiting the day, I had something… Face in the dirt, say they used me…
As smooth as aged whiskey. Debonair to the core. Grade A specimen. All that you’ve worked for. Intellect at it’s peak.
Steady my breath for what’s coming… Taking my time– retraining my mind… Saw all the signs. Seven wagers t… No idea what could be coming Expectations fall flat being force…
Save me from myself or not at all. Can’t seem to find my way out of t… Try as I might I keep hitting the… Running out of steam, the train pr… As a child that song would always…
Egg shells, on edge, on the ledge So many trains barreling through m… As the clock ticks on Mine, is out of time. Remedies flood my brain
Am I broken Pieces lost along the way. Am I crazy Mind tricks and the games it plays… Am I falling
Where is it you think that I’ve g… The deep end or some place beyond. Seeming a bit more withdrawn listening to different songs.
Hold me now I don’t feel so stead… Be my light now my heart is too he… I will rest now if you would just… It’s all here notes left are lengt… Guide me for no longer can I see.
How could I even begin to repay When all that I have is the words… You’ve made up my year, my month,… My inner child now wanting to come… Connect with the Ones
Some days I can write and lose tr… some I can not write at all I sit and I think what could be blocking me what has me stalled
Joining forces With dark horses Tell me, how your cards did fall. Blindly following suit To reasoning turned moot.
When will be the day When I’ll know just what to say Have just the right words Without sounding absurd Formulate my script
It’s as if... The whole Universe conspires to Push you in a certain direction. Conscious choice along with Unconscious choice is what determi…
Nothing seems to scratch this itch… Nothing seems to patch this bridge… Nothing seems to fill this ditch. As I teeter on the edge of the cl… Like a mosh pit