Poem for me
I feel my self empty
But fill with water from the tap of pure confusion
I can’t water plants when they always die
I can’t quench thirst and I don’t know why
I feel breaded in batter but the recipe is lost
I feel baked in an oven that take power from the hungry and makes them lost
I am a blind man in a dark room where everyone can see
I am a black hole where everyone can get away free
I raise my hand in a room where the teacher has sworn silence and I was sick on that day
I showed up late to the meeting and now everyone else can just pray
I tried to quit rhyming when everyone else started to rap
I tried to quit moshing when the when the metal was brought by hardcore crap
I tried to make sense of life and do something worth while
I tried looking to far........when the answer was.....well it’s here and I will be damned if it’s in style.
But fill with water from the tap of pure confusion
I can’t water plants when they always die
I can’t quench thirst and I don’t know why
I feel breaded in batter but the recipe is lost
I feel baked in an oven that take power from the hungry and makes them lost
I am a blind man in a dark room where everyone can see
I am a black hole where everyone can get away free
I raise my hand in a room where the teacher has sworn silence and I was sick on that day
I showed up late to the meeting and now everyone else can just pray
I tried to quit rhyming when everyone else started to rap
I tried to quit moshing when the when the metal was brought by hardcore crap
I tried to make sense of life and do something worth while
I tried looking to far........when the answer was.....well it’s here and I will be damned if it’s in style.