Jul 2017
What to write?
What to write?
What to write?
On this piece of white,
A spot where my pen glides,
Under a shower of light,
I feel the need to fight,
For these temptations that I have inside,
So that they'll fly like a kite,
Secured by ropes that tight,
So that I have the vivid sense of wrong and right,
After all, it's all about balance right?
What to write?
What to write?
What to write?
About my foolishness that was striped bare into the lights,
The one that totally has no sense of what's right,
It just follows my greed that ignites,
Without thinking twice,
In a split second, it was already on sight.
What to write?
What to write?
On this piece of white,
A spot where my pen glides,
Under a shower of light,
I feel the need to fight,
For these temptations that I have inside,
So that they'll fly like a kite,
Secured by ropes that tight,
So that I have the vivid sense of wrong and right,
After all, it's all about balance right?
What to write?
What to write?
What to write?
About my foolishness that was striped bare into the lights,
The one that totally has no sense of what's right,
It just follows my greed that ignites,
Without thinking twice,
In a split second, it was already on sight.
The fidgety feelings of mine, wanting to write during my part time which has no visitor; in the middle of the night. I have a bucket list and dreams and goals but I'm stuck here making money for a living (causing my resume lacking 'experience'). All of these high-end people disgust me.
