I’m living in amazing times.
I got unfiltered
Brutally honest rhymes.
My emotions broken down
In my gut like enzymes.
I tear my soul
While tossin’ and turnin’
Over my misquoted notes
I am swerving unconsciously,
Uncontrollably unnerved by circumstances.
I find perspective in the cursory glances.
What am I supposed to do?
I’m just writing until you tell me not to.
I don’t always say the right thing.
Am I predisposed to bad timing?
On this bus bad lighting
Bad weather thunder lightning
My letter to anyone who’s listening!