Drunken Mind
The world has many avenues which options do I take?
Among the different drinks I have a glass full of hate
Consumption is as sickness
Food for thought comes to plate
Like fish I took the bait
Now I’m looking to escape hurry now can’t be late
Looking for some answers should let God decide my fate
I need a better rate not to walk through those gates
Like a point guard controlling tempo need to switch up the pace.
These words are hardly hidden dangling at my face
Thoughts sprinting blisteringly
Like Usain Bolt in that race
So ever quickly the other day some **** hit me,
I looked around and saw a bunch of ghosts just sitting with me
I wasn’t scared but was something that I embraced
I tried to be the ace who miserably failed in that case
With a clouded mind I’m now stuck in some place
So bitter,
Need something sweet to savour the taste.
Was it all for nothing flushed away disposable waste?
Self-inflicted wounds but my physical’s okay
Everything else may be open for debate
Only time will tell how much more that I can take
Nowadays, it seems like nothing matters anymore
Hearing little whispers in corners of corridors
First time feelings of being unsure
How the hell you gonna question if my heart was really pure?
I wanted nothing less but to take you on tour
I should have never allowed you the upper hand and ruin my core.
My wrongdoing,
I wanted more,
My feelings true but I see yours weren’t
I’ll just face down,
and hitch a ride off the strength of a current.
Copyright © Remi Stan | Year Posted 2014
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