How do I start this off, Always thinking, Wonder what’s next to do, Always winking, Glancing at my dreams, But reality, Seems to have other plans for me, Outside is baron, Inside is captivity, How the hell, Can I expand my creativity, I lay in the cut, On the far side of the bed, Body twist left, Phone in hand, On Instagram, Wasting time, Can’t move, Want to try, Telling myself I can’t loose, But what if I died, And never given, Much less taken the chance, I just don’t effin know, Almost feeling, Like it’s one of those days, When things are just off, But you want so hard for them to correct.
Now it’s acceptable to walk in the bank with masks on, Has the world spared me of felonies, The future is going forward, Everything else is passed on, Who lies behind the cloth? Is it you? How long have you wanted to be hiding from the truth? Being able to say empty the register Use to get you in trub, Now people closing accounts for toilet paper, Saying that’s a dub, Miss being in club throwing dollars, Now at home now you got to be a father, Who are you underneath the cloth? Are you hard as you say? Or you are charmin soft? The world change, People change, People go insane, If you can hold a photo of you in your pocket, Could you still see yourself, After the difficulties and pain?
I wrote the poem to enhance it’s changing times. Even though I chose a storyline to go with, the message is the same. Are the different person after things change around you? Were these things you held so dearly? When you look at life now, do you see the picture now more clearly?
I have always seen difficult times, so I had to adopt. But the memories of my past, will not be forgotten. Every moment crafted me into the human standing today, writing poetry and stories to help people open their eyes and minds to think. Be the self you always wanted to be…you are a story in progress, developed over time, until you have said what you wanted to be said, and get everything off your mind.
Leave a comment of a time you really wanted to change, but never had the opportunity and how you felt in those times.
The noise, The mess, The stress, It’s not it’s best, When outside, In my bed, Under the sheets, I hide, I climb the walls, Depressed, Compressed, To my loneliness, Outside is a void, I use to dance and sing in, The wind is blowing, In a deep fog, I am sinking in, I can’t exit today, For what is tomorrow, I am stuck inside, I wish I had a lifeline, I can borrow, Nothing is solid, Liquid are most of my thoughts, I shower away my guilts, Quickly as I dry, They reappear.
