I've penciled my wounds over paper, When people departed & left me an anaesthetic nature. Had some ecstasy on the journey too, No remorse there & that's something true. Though I've been stuffing down all of my fumes, May be that's what you do when all you have are echoing rooms. Yeah I became sagacious enough on this path not taken, Roved into a phase where memories get forsaken. That's something you dream when you've been in rain, And furnished others in a blissed frame. This confounded world of such people... Has an unexpected ecstasy in its own steeple.
It's actually kinda sad but being an introvert seems a better option in this generation.
I rhyme to stay in touch with my own inner child! Only enough before I realize I'm already too old to admit I've been wrong about why I've always thought I'd been rhyming...when it wasn't to begin with. With that I've forsaken my own trust about who I am...till the very end!
Rhyme as you must... It's nothing to truly be taken seriously, unless it's an option to help you simply cope!