I don’t know what’s wrong with me, falling off of my own two feet.
The evening’s drink has left a taste in my mouth bitter-sweet.
Looking out my window, I’m knee deep in urban decay.
From my window I can see the ghetto burning away.
Every passing minute yet another drug transaction.
Distraction is as common as a fair ground attraction.
Living in the maze,
I’m amazed,
by the ways,
and the days,
of forever growing non-stop pressure.
My pointablity,
my stablity,
my individuality,
much creativity,
and still I am the lesser?
I find myself surrounded by clouded minds which walls form a border.
Within this walls I am surrounded with chaos and disorder.
Surrounded by wars that are varying in size.
Wars that are casting images every time i close my eyes.
I hear the whispers as you all discuss me,
Which you all should know is you disgust me.
the lyrics flows.
the wind blows.
and life goes on.
and the fight goes on.
and this is the battle on,
I carry on.
Trying desperately,
to let the negitivity,
get the best of me.
Threw the worst of days,
tripping over my own two feet.
Landing face down,
on cold hard concrete.
Struggling to stand,
I settle to crawl.
Then I look into her eyes as she gives me her hand,
and nothing matters, it doesn’t hurt at all.