Sometimes I just have to write.
In a dull blur, it's a nice light.
I wish I could just let the words flow,
my brain moves so fast, my mouth so slow.
I used to be a master,
back when my brain was slow, mouth faster.
I used to not think, the words just came to me.
Now I have to perfect the art of just letting be.
I still have the same eyes,
I still tell the same lies.
you can't reciprocate child-like wonder,
who I was has begun to fall under.
Hidden behind a mask,
my contents are as secret as a pocket flask.
Pulled from the shirt pocket of a stumbling drunk,
the walls of my heart broke and sunk.