
Another late night where my pen is calling, trying to phone in
Emotions got their hands on my throat, you can see me choking
A man drowning because he has accepted the greatness of the wave
A man so afraid of himself, he'd rather save everyone by retreating to his cave
Trying to regulate these thoughts are never easy , believe me
I couldn't explain it properly if i had a chance to , it beats me
Like a rapper wearing chains so the world believes he's swimming in riches
Say I'm okay so dont worry if I have another date in the land of the living
I wish people just leave me alone, it's at the top of my Amazon wishlist
But i don't want to buy yet so I leave it there, maybe buy it for christmas
You could see my outside and wonder why I display all these gimmicks
Trying to capture the attention of a man who multiplied 5 loaves and 2 fishes
Trying to wrap your head around my emotions, that's a sikh religion
I know what I have to do but it is a simple yet tough decision
If I ask him to save me again, would it make the devil laugh in derision ?
Or would he jump in this time and give me a brand new vision?
My state ? I feel like a fish out of water
Why wait? I can volunteer to be the next sheep to the slaughter
Do I pray? I no longer have space in my prayer jotter
Where is faith ? Currently low , with no idea where and how to charge her
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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