I want to, need to constitute
Like a maestro of an orchestra
Only with my own thoughts turning the tunes
Siloing notes and notes; bars and measure too
I'm staving for the speeches of melody; of harmony
A gathering of voilent lunk's like me
I'm not mundane enough to dower just yet
Too airy
Haven't been grounded for the right set of time
A notion I crave has to be harsh
Almost as if kicking myself thoroughly will help me succeed
It's this procrastinating nature that has to leave
I'll buy you a train ticket; just flee
Get the **** away from me,
so I can achieve