locked out

 Hey i wanna talk and walk

But life’s a ticking tock

Kinda feel like im in a writer’s block

But instead i kinda feel like my memory’s been locked away

As this ship tries to rock away from the dock 

I wish i could- STOP.

Alright cool down stop the freak out.

Even if i wanna scream and shout

With out a doubt shits getting real right now

Kinda feeling like getting called out but somehow gotta keep moving

Gotta keepa grooving even if the looks i get are disapproving

Ignoring the whispers and keep improving refuse to keep losing

No matter how harsh the words sting gotta keep up my swing

No i aint no king with a diamond ring but theres more i can bring

Cause life’s held together with string so makes some wings 

During which i gotta think. I cant keep drinking my life away

Cant keep eating cake when im teetering on the brink cant let it sink

Gotta rethink this approach gotta get back control before im alone

Get in the zone, work down to the bone, Nothing set in stone

Cant moan and groan all day long, gotta be strong

Pretends nothings wrong as i sing some songs

I am where i belong-....

Hehe yeah right. Cant keep up rhyming as time keeps ticking

So lets be frank and honest here it feels like im spilt in pieces and constantly shifting gear

Cant lenger here gotta keep up moving over there


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