- Question I ask myself am I in the lane?
- I mean I try really really hard to utilize my brain
- I mean as much as possible without going insane
- Comprehension tho for me still can walk with a cane
- Still standing up though on my own 2 feet
- Its been rough for a while tho my knees they creak
- the miles Ive walked man only if they could speak
- I wonder if they would tell me ive already peaked
- The long walk folks that has been my life
- Thus far So much self infliction and strife
- On top of that along the way I casually created a life
- A beautiful innocent who has not seen much nice.
- These days there are very few out there who I hold close in the know
- People with there own problems were all scooping the snow
- With broken backs wondering what directions to go
- With diffent speeds craving leads to discover the flow
- I feel many things im a yoyo you see
- bouncing back and forth between dilemas that may make me succeed
- trying to consiously eliminate vices & personal greed
- alot of easy road or casual trashing some of my needs
- In my head I get it. an Idea I know what is right
- Still ive chosen many times to fight the easier fight
- some call it laziness i might call it a lack of Zest for life
- worst part is I feel often i dont heed my own advice
- I know i can be all over the place
- no excuse in many ways a utter disgrace
- tornados destroy they dont fix up the place
- damn do I even deserve to be in this race?
- aftermath feels like drowning in an acid bath
- years of hindering decisions i know have surely dropped my class
- Half Full Half Empty Ive lived a grip right in the past
- drank the glass grabing cash and still landed my ass
- I feel weak not only phisically but mentally
- Battling the thought in reality life isnt friends with me
- Not always easy life but this block aint just a phase u see
- when I let live rent free inside my heart and my psyche
- Alot dont care for me I know this is true
- Ive burned alot of bridges probably more then you, you, or you
- tragic ends to some love interests that prematurally grew
- have said goodbye to some children i loved and I hope that they knew
- so much time wasted aware and not willing to embrace it
- maybe change a little bit be a man and fucking face it
- I been so close many times I can still very faintly taste it
- Always talk a big game underneath often BASIC
- I dont need lasik I need to open my eyes
- Appreciate what I have, build and be willing to cry
- Look up not down repel the clown first the one thats inside
- realize no guarentee that tomorrow could be a lie
- I have a Daughter that is very easy to love
- The pure innocence amazes and omg what a sponge
- flip side she has soaked up some grunge
- 2 rents on the cliff of chatty cathie have plunged
- Back and forth like a couple of kids destined to fail
- for so long petty shit we'd never quit of course ive landed in jail
- calling anyone I know to come save my ass and post bail
- Holeheartedly knowing people are sick and tired watching me fail
- I really do have some exceptional friends
- a few I 100% know I will cherish and climb peaks to defend
- if they start to break I try to mend and just let it bend
- I have though noticed a common suspended negative trend
- maybe its just me realizing people just change
- never succeded in love maybe I dont know the game
- feels like circling the drain which then enhances the pain
- the cold shoulders have been boulders and sometimes unexplained
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Gosh this was so intense, deep and emotional! I loved it!