Daily DreadYou can either lay in the dread of inconveniences,or revel at the ease in which you dismiss them.
Stars Have Rough Edges What's the point?When all I do is disappoint.Forgetting the dis-Or even my stance.To say, fuck off.If you have a problem,it's because you hold one.Claiming to be a special one.Like we all don't have heart,hidden behind smoke filled lungs.If you're depressed,it's because what you want,is beyond your reach.So stop trying to preach,to me.About what it is,I should see - or be.To you.When I hold the screws,that one day came lose.In order to remove,all the builshit that got through.Like I should feel sorry,for something, I didn't do.Or wouldn't for you.Am I still not getting through?I thought I was on point.Change your mood.Stop looking for a cue.To start something new.
Dreams of Life You smoke to get high.I smoke because it's life.What else can we do,besides sulk and wonder why?To have the world,and still not feel right.Day after day,wishing my dreams would float.Into the current,where I write.Between you and I,there's only time.Just a little out of sight.From what could be all,or nothing.Who am I to decide?How I'll survive,or what will come to mind.It seems to me,we get what's leftover.From the dreams we chase,to the moments we capture.Now to what's next.Only a love drunk fool.Captivated by rhyme.So I give it my all.Hoping it'll shine.Happily from this corner;To the light in your eye.Slowly rolling in.A blessing in disguise.all that started as a simple hi.
Sun Rise and Sun SetI can't tell you how many days,I've spent watching the sun rise and fall.But I can only remember this one.
The answer. If you had the answer,wouldn't questions be,all that remain?