Now finally having time to bring thoughts to light,
I’m unsure of which words to write and which ones will portray me right

Tongue’s caught in a trap of a cat,
And not one I’m familiar with
With no book or manual to refer to
I’m going to have to test this by trial, and by error too

Wanting to write exactly what’s on my mind,
Seems I can’t quite pick out all the thoughts that constantly churn and swirl,
sift and whirl,
Ideas that make the milk curdle and are guaranteed to make you hurl

I’ve never been one to thirst for payback,
But the road to the backtrack is turning me into an aphasiac,
And second-rate concerns are the cause of these unnecessary setbacks,
So I can’t allow myself to be another one who gets sidetracked

I’m trying to step out of the lines, trying to create my own version of “fine”
But the world is pushing me back, spitting back at me: “not this time”

Narrow hearts outnumber thoughtful frames of mind,
With dispositions crowded in self-interest, our objectives are misaligned

I tell myself that I live for me, not for you or your expectations,
But if that’s the case,
Why am I tattered and torn by all these refutations?

Something has hit me, it’s all about how you define the decline,
Or if you recognize the “decline” as a divine sign,
Or as a benign design leading to an emotional incline.

And lately, the decline is steady and sure,
And I have yet to find someone with a brain that isn’t premature

Now, so many people indulge in myth, magic and voodoo
It’s stemming from all these mediocre attitudes.
No hint of modification or revision, the world is being caked in a filthy residue