Swirl of the Brain

A weird combination of music A strange mixture of thoughts With a constant fluctuation of feelings I sometimes question what I have sought There is no replacement for some And some just pass on by With an execution of the present I can forget about the past By living in the moment The future does come very fast Many things are intangible For these I should not be concerned The ones I can grab I will. But not from thievery Not from luck Not as a gift Yet from the grinding Fun work The work that I wake up for Not many understand it But I do. With a heavy heart I grow strong carrying it around.