Stop saying prays.... From self, from your soul, she is the one that has seen the pain that you've been through. Did she stay away too long? Back on the street, the habit, motivate the master of the who, what, where, when, and why. Hop, skip, and jump through the ring of life. Where did you land or are you still in the air? Your embankment was destroyed. Over flow..
Sensation.. How's that ring looking now? Is it still golden? Or has your surface turned green because they will do and sell anything for a buck.
Who's here? Who's there? She hears the roar of thousands of voices. Try to break down her wall. The forcefield can not be destroyed this time. Taste the tears on your cheek. Her heart isn't worn on her sleeve anymore. The wheels keep spinning. This is the life you chose. Not her.
Role call. Did you pack your bags? Shadows keep getting darker and how far are you gonna ride into them. The sun is far behind you now. One foot in the grave, are you gonna take the dive. Smothered by what you think is the worst life. But you forget the things you have. Supply and demand. You can walk, run, shelter yourself... And yet you still walk around with your head down. Battling the voice in your head. This growing up shit is tough.
So on the merry go round. Left back in grade school and your only friends are the ones you created in your head. Five spots are left open and as they fill, your head is about to explode the closer it comes to full occupancy. Cash advance. Pay the rapist to heal your brain. But her words never reach. Constant fog that you will not set adrift....
Waiting for another to throw you the life preserver but how long are you gonna wait for your rescue till your insides turn out. Taking information in one ear and out the other. Is this just the show you are previewing for others? Feature presentation. Watch how the herds react. Embrace the pain you are creating. The spot light is on you once again.. Are you gonna drown in it?
Time to break the waves, don't you think? Maybe losing control would be the best thing for you. To totally let go is a gift if you choose to take it. Graffiti in your brain. Can't camouflage the pain in your brain anymore. I can see it seep out your pores. I see it linger on your face, your sleeve, and your hands. Such a disgusting odor and color coming off your soul.
Exorcism. Heartbeats.. breath is calm.. your life is shorter then you think. Pick it up and push on.. I have given you a paddle now make your way up stream and uptown.
Days pass. Merciful.. Shaking grip.. Your blood runs clear these days. Found you at the bar the other day. The liquor runs free and you have sailed down that sea. Champagne dreams my friend....
Till I see you again..
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