write something

I sit up and write

Rubbish to a T

Searching for the words to my song

That just won’t come

Relate to, and bear all

But I don’t speak through anything

Play you something sweet and sound

Play you up undone and unbound

They’ll all go on thinking you’re something grand

But it’s up to me to make that stand

There’s a gutted inkling

Standing in my doorway

Poking me in the ribs

From ten feet away

If you see him around

I can be found somewhere nearby

All of society is walking around with

Broken hearts

And walking down the street,

I wonder if the pain in my knee is

Just mental

Sometimes the dream is so close

It almost trickles down your throat

But in the reality of it all

I could love you to the ground

And get absolutely nowhere

Hopefully we’ll all stop playing telephone

With rumors floating around

Strange human nature

Can’t feel the air if I don’t keep moving

Don’t know where I’m driving

But steady breath will keep me going