I know its been a few years since I shared my times.
Its been hard to write, to rhyme.
But now I'm here to spit my fire and let my flames burn with desire.
Its gonna be new, time to pick up the clue.
Going from a joker, to possibly mediocre.
No longer talking about color, moving forward to a new lover.
The flutter of love that keeps me above.
The mutter of life that keeps me in a vise.
The shudder of laughter that keeps me thereafter.
It's a never ending cycle of a drifting mental spiral.
I know its been a few years, but now I'm back.
Back with random rhymes, and desirable new lines.