The Way That I Flow
Inanimate emotion, of insufficient funds,
A stanza full of metaphors, and metaphorical puns
Living life holding a pen, an eraser is the only one to forgive,
A combination of lyrical rhymes, but where does it end?
Or does it end? Maybe the end is where it begins,
a vicious cycle, it's uncontrollable, like death dephying winds,
Where death and lying wins, and life on this planet doesn't exist,
So our imaginations are forced to pretend, that the elements around us are our friends
But I see things differently, I'm just a pathetic,
Prophetic kid, living in a notebook, trying to comprehend,
How to stay poetic, but it isn't what it seems
It's strange how closely my nightmares relate to my dreams
I've never done anything right, my whole life I've been living wrong,
Writing has always been my solution, it's a never ending hall
I'm externally torn, internally my soul has been reborn
My waredrobe is new, I got rid of the clothes that I wore
I'm untouchable, I'm nothing though, and I'll tell my story through
The Way That I Flow
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