I do not struggle
With the concept of trouble
I often chase it
I brush away rules
Just like a hardheaded fool
It's time I face it
Vividly aware
I stop full pace and I stare
At only a thought
Thoughts that hold the world
My small mind races and swirls
Ensnared, trapped, and caught
But I think too much
Often I spit and I cuss
Knowing I fall deep
Please try to give me
The rich bittersweet release
To finally, breathe
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
I do not struggle
With the concept of trouble
I often chase it
I brush away rules
Just like a hardheaded fool
It's time I face it
Vividly aware
I stop full pace and I stare
At only a thought
Thoughts that hold the world
My small mind races and swirls
Ensnared, trapped, and caught
But I think too much
Often I spit and I cuss
Knowing I fall deep
Please try to give me
The rich bittersweet release
To finally, breathe
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