Mouth dry, tongue tied,
So much to say.
Last night, I tried-
Knelt down to pray.
Morning came too soon,
Truth through my window.
I know I'm the moon-
Diminuendo.
Happiness is naive.
All just-for-fun designs.
The pain we keep to grieve-
Vanity of the mind.
We swing from metal framework,
Deep in our beliefs, we fight.
In our dreams, we twitch and ****-
Repeating the phrase, "I'm right".
I'm right, I'm right, I'm right, I write,
And God has told me just as much.
I write, I write, I write, "I'm right?"
Gems overflowing from my clutch.
Now I stop to think- shame has made me.
Is it worth bowing to retrieve gold?
I recall when all I sought was glee.
When did life impose this stranglehold?
Everything I know's been built by unknown.
Thought I could make the best of this in time.
I sit here, a clown, laughing at my throne-
It was all I could do to craft a rhyme.
Gun shy, outside,
Nothing to say.
Headlight, eyes wide-
No reason to stay.
