If life is a movie,
I never got the picture.
And if it's a game,
I'm not the one pitching.
Don't know what's cooking in life,
I burnt down the kitchen.
What if you couldn't find yourself,
because your self worth was missing?
Ask yourself, what's my position,
when I fall off with friends, was I the one tripping?
You swear everything is impossible,
till you complete the mission.
Swear you follow your own vision,
with your eyes stuck on a television.
Swear you don't start with people on the
daily. But you got the keys to the ignition.
I think I'm running out of rhymes that my pen has written.
I'm not really rapping, but I do believe I'm spitting.
I couldn't help penning like this, it was so hard resisting.
Take a thought out on a piece of paper of what I'm thinking.
A touch of my lip and tongue, in between words on paper. I may be kissing.
I know it's written words,
but I do hope you're listening.
This structured rhyme was fun to me,
as it was being written.
And if it pleases your eyes, I hope you enjoyed the reading.
And for this night, I'm done. I best be sleeping.
Thought I'd have a little fun tonight.