Constantly shaking my head
Persisted on my knees to beg
To wait for some shred of light
Seems all is putting up a fight
Living the glummest of days
Worried about a future not so bright
Some days I feel buried and dead
Maybe I just let to much go to my head
Like ... Read Morethat of a gravestone, maybe
this is overblown?
And that my true consciousness
is not shown
My conscious hiding like a felon
fleeing a crime scene
Some days I feel my life is that mean
Wish I could come out this funk clean
That’s not me though
Merely a stuck dreamer, with thoughts
I like to ponder
Taken onto paths that put man under
A thunder nobody else can see
Noises so strong, they could tear
down the trunk of a tree
But as far as this path takes me
Hope that something else could
awaken me
Unto the pleasures that are unknown
A disaster that my gifts are not shown