To say it's all mine in a field of past dreams,
it often turns into minefields
I'm so mindful of abrupt explosives thoughts;
in the silent words, and all of my feels
I put a chest to where there's a heart;
still beating myself over a past life
With a the ball in my court; I threw it
around just to pass time
- life's a game, that only the brave can freely play
and I don't have the ***** to do the same today