Bigger Battles
On a Carnival Night
Maybe I mean to smoke
might not style and steams
legs of metal and four bearded
heart pumps blood and builds me
source code to see stomping grounds
stuff pulls me to an empty head
soul and chance to become realized
smart women on my ass about it
see stop is called never do I listen
cowboy faith and escaped memories turn
bulking brothers exit to drawn messages
door slams in heat meet true winners
body of smell and head tripped up or sideways
stand right in front but I don't see you
know I need to quit back goals and reality of for casted
fame to bridge together more good habits
now and then we repeat the same thoughts
to move to it or act housed and sad the grab
light up pull on the things and breath out again...
Copyright © Nathaniel Regis | Year Posted 2025
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