I can write it better or I can try cursive well life goes whiff and I go passive my attempts are honest, well true enough what more should I say, don't skim to my last page first You have missed all the funny part so many falls and then a flatline.
Aspiration bane of your existence Slowly kills you without any prescription Pushing yourself for better tomorrow Returning empty handed full of sorrow Expectation kills you Aspirations bills you No blue print to follow An empty vessel searching for borrow Words are thrown Taunts have burned Killing the inner bird Humming the victory odes Flying ceased Senses freezes Aspiration to conquer all stopped With a flat line and a beep!
My head in my bed doesn’t work quite right I’m awake until I break, day and night. With the voices and the choices that I wish to expel and the deepest of the secrets I could never tell.
My brain; a stain inside my prisoned skull, I sharpen it, spear from stick, but it’s too dull. With the facts free, how they trap me, but I never tried to run away, my feet sore, a path I’ve taken before, but could never stay.
The ivory teeth chomping away at my sleep, in vain I try to get high, but I’m just too deep. With the last of my past that I try to forget, so I reprise a sunrise but it becomes a sunset.
My head in my bed doesn’t work quite right what will it take for me to break and appreciate the light? I rejoice in the choices that I can’t repel, and the cheapest of the secrets of how I fell.