Feeling a bit down and out
Bout time I vent my thoughts,
Got caught, in between this ‘tug-O-war’ my mind, my heart
Doing battle, I’m not settled, feeling unsettled
Thinking why my days going around in a loop?
Routines, do that, do this, and “hey! Don’t forget to do the dish”
In need of a change of pace, envision a new place
Need a change in scenery, easygoing location being leisurely
Earning, gaining growing where life will be greener
Wishful thinking, wistful sinking life’s bit meaner
I’m at that low point, yeah at that low point, I repeat
My mind a mess, a bit stormy, I’m playing it out neat
Trying to erase my mind, rocking my head to some beat
I’m my own therapist
Fear my life will not move forward or everything else is moving forward
And I’m stuck looking towards the future as it disappear
I be the witness to everyone else success
Where did I go wrong? Or where didn’t I go wrong?
Be strong, asking the lord for strength
When I write I vent, on this day, a day within lent
That low point, dangerous, a deadly mystery
Call in the hardy boys or is it Nancy Drew?
I read through, I read the clues
I see beyond the eyes, I think beyond the mind
No one knows, anyone cares? Should I tell? Should I trust?
Should I fuss? Who is my plus?
The most not talked about, the least person to be count
Down and out
The Unspoken no Joking I am out of tokens for this game call life
It is not free, nor is it easy
Is it enough to feed me? Is it enough for me to see?