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The smiles I had as a child faded, In replacement is a stare that's vacant A lack of emotions, My motivation is temporary, Inspiration, seems like a story. One we tell to kids but never truly know what it is. My mind weighs heavy with thoughts of regret, I spend most days trying to forget, Every wrong choice I made every wrong step, Or the way I said that one sentence Im holding this brush, My canvas is blank Im in control, with no rush. Just a sad little dance, To let the brush stroke This way, then that way A nice little sun in the corner of my page Bright vivid pictures To lighten up my day. ....... But the only colors I have Are dark black and soft grey So my drawings are like an old TV Screen No channel can be played Just the sound of static, The front cover of a composition book And the urge to panic Thinking I don't deserve anything good, Yet, I still have it, So why does God keep blessing me The snake who whispered out to Eve The sinner who bit from the apple tree The brother who let his ego feed into his hate, the one we all know as Cain, Im nothing like the man with his cane Who separated seas to escape My category is more decayed Like the flesh off Miriam, A flickered flame from the torch Satan was carrying, a smidge of ash Leaving behind a trail of dust All this Tethered by a gut wrenching lust. An urge that tilts the scales of faith A surge of release, only to feel the same When the sense of relief fades away So no, I dont have the same smiles I did as a child everything always seems. to fade, everything.. except for this pain. So ill pray to exchange or give some guidance that explains a better perspective Some better objectives, cause the stuff ive been chasing has nothing but dead ends and im tired of faking and pretending im living When really im just waiting to die Another repetitive day, in the mind of I and this mind of mine Is like a water ride, You know when you stand to the side waiting for the log to hit the bottom so you can catch that wave Even though you know its coming, You still act surprised It feels refreshing to feel alive To let the heat subside for a moment, before reality kicks in like.... Hi 👋 Did you forget about me, Did you forget your position Did you forget this was only a momentary Illusion Did you forget you need to wake up Go back to that 9 to 5 and deal with some bulshit on the regular, But then this other voice comes in like. Whos the editor? Whos in control? When you achieve those goals where's the credit go? Cause it isnt going to the second guesser the overthinker the constant stressing of Wondering, what if. This voice that refuses to quit we call it Soul, So who's in control, The voice of the world Or the voice in your soul?
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 3:41 PM UTC
Fight with lust.
The smiles I had as a child faded, In replacement is a stare that's vacant A lack of emotions, My motivation is temporary, Inspiration, seems like a story. One we tell to kids but never truly know what it is. My mind weighs heavy with thoughts of regret, I spend most days trying to forget, Every wrong choice I made every wrong step, Or the way I said that one sentence Im holding this brush, My canvas is blank Im in control, with no rush. Just a sad little dance, To let the brush stroke This way, then that way A nice little sun in the corner of my page Bright vivid pictures To lighten up my day. ....... But the only colors I have Are dark black and soft grey So my drawings are like an old TV Screen No channel can be played Just the sound of static, The front cover of a composition book And the urge to panic Thinking I don't deserve anything good, Yet, I still have it, So why does God keep blessing me The snake who whispered out to Eve The sinner who bit from the apple tree The brother who let his ego feed into his hate, the one we all know as Cain, Im nothing like the man with his cane Who separated seas to escape My category is more decayed Like the flesh off Miriam, A flickered flame from the torch Satan was carrying, a smidge of ash Leaving behind a trail of dust All this Tethered by a gut wrenching lust. An urge that tilts the scales of faith A surge of release, only to feel the same When the sense of relief fades away So no, I dont have the same smiles I did as a child everything always seems. to fade, everything.. except for this pain. So ill pray to exchange or give some guidance that explains a better perspective Some better objectives, cause the stuff ive been chasing has nothing but dead ends and im tired of faking and pretending im living When really im just waiting to die Another repetitive day, in the mind of I and this mind of mine Is like a water ride, You know when you stand to the side waiting for the log to hit the bottom so you can catch that wave Even though you know its coming, You still act surprised It feels refreshing to feel alive To let the heat subside for a moment, before reality kicks in like.... Hi 👋 Did you forget about me, Did you forget your position Did you forget this was only a momentary Illusion Did you forget you need to wake up Go back to that 9 to 5 and deal with some bulshit on the regular, But then this other voice comes in like. Whos the editor? Whos in control? When you achieve those goals where's the credit go? Cause it isnt going to the second guesser the overthinker the constant stressing of Wondering, what if. This voice that refuses to quit we call it Soul, So who's in control, The voice of the world Or the voice in your soul?
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 3:41 PM UTC
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