All these poems written,
But i'm just perplexed and sleep-ridden
Most of the time
See, i can cultivate pretty decent rhymes
But most people don't have the time
Or don't see
What i'm doing
Nothing personal intended, i know
But maybe when times goes by and humanity evolves
It will gain traction and become something
Get the ball rolling some more
The warm-up isn't as hot as it used to be
I'm trying to dig into everyone's spirits again
And start that engine that used to work so well
Even when i'm not too swell,
I point to happiness pretty well.