Why won't these words release me? They abstract me in my mind. I will find internal peace if an exit I can find.
I'm sad. I should know why. But, to put to words, I'm not sure that I...
Well, you see, the way I handle problems, the way I come to grips, I put my thoughts to paper as if I pull them from my lips.
I read them, finding meaning; finding rhythm to my rhyme. But, this sadness that I feel, it just won't fit in metered time. When I try to let it flow I get a log jam in my mind. All I get is garbled senses with truth impossible to find.
Yes, all I do is scrawl confusion. Yet, maybe that will say it best. For, how can I divulge the answers* whenΒ Β I never passed the test.