Soul Alive
6/29/22
Wars suck
Often unfair instead of more just
Through problems can't always take a shortcut
If it serves no benefit, it's not worth much
For what?
I don't need to ride any tour bus
I was down to less than four bucks
Everyday I'm torn and stuck
Eventually the door shuts
That's it, should've always trusted your gut
Another night I smoke and pour up
Getting closer toward a rush
Yet this pattern I'm getting bored of
I just wanted more love
Before I turn to mortal dust
An occasional tick bite
Rarely has it all been nice
It's life
Looking at it with insight
At midnight
Got to get s*** right
Otherwise I'm on thin ice
Does no good to sit tight
Staying in the dark instead of where it transmits light
I don't need to drone and whine
My soul alive
Got to hold the line
Original not a prototype
I had to roll the dice
Then broke the ice
In order to be bonafide
I need no disguise
Why does there always got to be shots fired?
Endless gossip or mouths shut and jaws wired
From the same shenanigans mom's tire
Close and far from fences made of wrought iron
My soul always on fire
It's been a long day, I'm dog tired
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2022
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