Distraction

Distracted 
But I'm counter active

I stay active
That Makes me the action

Tactics I've mastered
Make me a master

I'm 
Plastered in innocent souls of by passers 

But Shattered
Like glass is
Hearts not captured

Blood splatters 
Never matters
Put a napkin 
On the puddle
Subtle is the sound of deception

Distraction
There it goes again
Low as the tone of wind
Strong as the urge to live
Soft as sin
Sweet and supple 
It'll nudge you
But you 

Gotta stay focus
I gotta stay focus
Let's not act as if this was written for you
This is for us
It sure does
Get hard to get on ya feet
With no floor or rugs
The thing that helps me sleep
Is the same thing 
that keeps me up

Distraction
It says focus on a 9-5
You have passions
But passions don't provide
At least not quick enough, or I'm I not doin enough 
Who I gotta proof it tah

Look 
I guess I'm just frustrated
Because I feel like my gift 
Is being suffocated
Let's discuss the basics
We make our own way in this world
No one to trace it
So many ways in this maze
We all end up complacent

Stuck
Stuck in our head
Stuck at our desk
Stuck in traffic
Stuck in ah marriage

I'm stuck in my feelings
I'm stuck in my zone
I'm stuck but I'm fleeing 
I'm stuck but I've grown

And still growing
That thing about knowing things
Is remembering the time
You didn't know it
I use to think words like these
Didn't come from a poet 
I use to think the vision I seen
Would never exist with my eyes open
And at this very moment
I'm just soul searching 

Distracted by the world 

I live...   I journey
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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