Maybe it's time for present to wrap up the second thought

[twangwell]

Perched on the floor of a dimly lit room
the shadows reach to overcome and they consume
every thing but the illuminating screen
the same thing which emanates the tunes

armed with a lap top musically infused
the music finds the wind and flows with it's groove
I'm presently blessed cause the sound is supreme
I might be depressed those dumb bad moods

Broke as fuck can't afford to pay no dues
token of my broken luck it's all I could loose
I'm changing sense to coin address what I mean
flipping chance hoping life will improve

all that crosshatching got rubbed away smooth
I apologizes today for what was so rude
can it bring me hope as I'm saying something
I'm praying I can find my lost muse.

---SMF