Dec 2023
It feels so great to be so grate,
especially as one with a shredded mind.
As I read red is the new blue to all my blues,
but as someone who often knows his creativity
leaks out of their head, with a ****** nose.
I'd still like to split the bill of paying for
my own well being,— do check the cheque.
And I might as well pay extra for all my dues
for a lifetime of all my do's, and change all
my ideas on top of my head, like those new hairdos.
But to whoever stares too close into my eyes, you may
slip and fall with the stairs leading to my mind.
As I'm one more trip to trip over another misstep;
like another thing that will always disappoint you.
I guess there's a lesson in those pains, that I can't
even make fun of on this straight and narrow,— saying
no to diss a point.
But if I fail too much, I hope I don't miss that sign
before I sign my life away to depression,
A depression deep as the sea bottom you'll never really see,
and typing out it's Crushing feeling with a capital C.
You can credit me for having a wet eye; the tears of
each time life tears out another hopeful page from
the story of my life.
—Life, is really as great as what you hope you read,
but I'd never really know on the nose,
so please do check for yourself.
As there's no due time for your dreams,
unless we're considering death, as the Mistress
who has to do what she has to do.
I know there must be a stair case to heaven,
but right now I pray for strength to live through
this hell with people's many evil stares.
But I'll say it in advance, "so sorry to anyone,
I didn't mean to disappoint you, again"
I still hope you can read the sign from whatever I
write, before I sign it in my blood, sweat and tears.
But you don't seem to see much, when you're
drowning in your thoughts,—its like a sea, much
before you write out the letter C to your Carelessness.
Of course I'd sound like I care less
for any of the tears in anyone's eyes,
But is it wrong of me to say I'm tired, "but I'm too
young to be tired," and I guess I'd be too wrong to
want to tear out that expression out of your mind.
But anyways that's the story of my life.
especially as one with a shredded mind.
As I read red is the new blue to all my blues,
but as someone who often knows his creativity
leaks out of their head, with a ****** nose.
I'd still like to split the bill of paying for
my own well being,— do check the cheque.
And I might as well pay extra for all my dues
for a lifetime of all my do's, and change all
my ideas on top of my head, like those new hairdos.
But to whoever stares too close into my eyes, you may
slip and fall with the stairs leading to my mind.
As I'm one more trip to trip over another misstep;
like another thing that will always disappoint you.
I guess there's a lesson in those pains, that I can't
even make fun of on this straight and narrow,— saying
no to diss a point.
But if I fail too much, I hope I don't miss that sign
before I sign my life away to depression,
A depression deep as the sea bottom you'll never really see,
and typing out it's Crushing feeling with a capital C.
You can credit me for having a wet eye; the tears of
each time life tears out another hopeful page from
the story of my life.
—Life, is really as great as what you hope you read,
but I'd never really know on the nose,
so please do check for yourself.
As there's no due time for your dreams,
unless we're considering death, as the Mistress
who has to do what she has to do.
I know there must be a stair case to heaven,
but right now I pray for strength to live through
this hell with people's many evil stares.
But I'll say it in advance, "so sorry to anyone,
I didn't mean to disappoint you, again"
I still hope you can read the sign from whatever I
write, before I sign it in my blood, sweat and tears.
But you don't seem to see much, when you're
drowning in your thoughts,—its like a sea, much
before you write out the letter C to your Carelessness.
Of course I'd sound like I care less
for any of the tears in anyone's eyes,
But is it wrong of me to say I'm tired, "but I'm too
young to be tired," and I guess I'd be too wrong to
want to tear out that expression out of your mind.
But anyways that's the story of my life.
