Mouth dry, tongue tied, So much to say. Last night, I tried- Knelt down to pray.
Morning came too soon, Truth through my window. I know I'm the moon- Diminuendo.
Happiness is naive. All just-for-fun designs. The pain we keep to grieve- Vanity of the mind.
We swing from metal framework, Deep in our beliefs, we fight. In our dreams, we twitch and ****- Repeating the phrase, "I'm right".
I'm right, I'm right, I'm right, I write, And God has told me just as much. I write, I write, I write, "I'm right?" Gems overflowing from my clutch.
Now I stop to think- shame has made me. Is it worth bowing to retrieve gold? I recall when all I sought was glee. When did life impose this stranglehold?
Everything I know's been built by unknown. Thought I could make the best of this in time. I sit here, a clown, laughing at my throne- It was all I could do to craft a rhyme.
Gun shy, outside, Nothing to say. Headlight, eyes wide- No reason to stay.