I've been writing a lot, putting about everything that I got into the lines
that should help me deal with my mind, so nowadays everything is filled with rhymes, half of the time I'm bound
to see the words combined, and still hurt;
still got my feet in dirt, still feeling anxious and burnt.
I got candles all over the place, but the light is too weak
I turn on the lightbulbs but
but they're all too dim,
sometimes I want to scream
but the walls are too thick
and I don't have the energy to get through them,
so I'm sick, and my throat is ripped, so I can't speak
Walking around like I lost direction, always looking for connection
But never taking action to connect the dots, I'm facing
the ego annihilation, never been too mainstream, that's too basic
Sadness in your faces, happiness impatient,
It must be out there waiting in a different constelation,
Feelings  that I'm chasing, are a bunch of dumb sensations
In this living session, always searching for compassion
But we turn into the ashes, our smoke becomes a message
Now play the essence of the feelings like a radio station