Magic Letters

I'm dropping a path, run past my eyeballs rolling Catch my camera holding seconds and fight the moment Lifes an ocean, fish in this sea are gonna be caught Death loves us all loads, but he wants to be yours My phonics reward me with lines that form sentances Pure strength but might not rhyme when they're said I stem from messages I've heard, and then became People who leave you, and therefore can't be named My arms are plagued with chances to carve them up But the opertunity not to, didn't seem half as good Most won't grasp the stuff, I just said, nuff said But if there's those who do, is that a plus? ..yes I must stress because stress is more than pressure And I feel the weight, and this ain't sport or leisure Of course I prefer to write nice things, happy thoughts But if I'm doubting everything, what am I asking for? I laugh that your probably not fathoming this rambling Honestly, its not postponed, your canvas is cancelling I am a king, amoung words, and writting abilities Dumb jerks, none of the ideas you bring are ill as these I'm spilling speach, flowing fourth with a tidal wave A magic carpet of letters, and everyone rides the page ..