I woke up feeling a little strange.
Shadows before dawn hit 86K and some change
But...
I don't know how to feel, it seems out of my range.
So many emotions rolling, that's getting hard to explain...
It's getting hard to refrain.
It's boiling up in my brain.
While writing out all the words I can feel it release the strain.
And I wonder how many more I can make out before it rains
And all of the other words are washed gently down the drain
Man...
I know you wonder where it comes from
But don't worry.
All of the emotions are from a past song.
I never hurry.
All of the equations don't ever last long.
Kind of blurry.
I draw inspiration from those I've passed on.
Crashed on
Me...
I know
You know
I have a lot of exes...
Enough to send a dozen texts
Regret them all by breakfast...
Enough to sabotage my life
If I let it get reckless.
Transmute them into works of art,
Create another setlist.
And I pushed all that pain
With my pen...that desire
Emotions and fire
Onto all the buyers...
For free
You can read
All these words
And restate them...
I hate
That you all
Can relate
To that state
Of unrest
I detest
That we've all been so hurt.
That we all can hold hands
And absorb all my words.
But a poem
Is a poem
Just a poem
It's just words
It's just words
Just the words
Some were mine...
They were hers...
But it all got me this far
I've been manifesting that surge.
Until I have nothing left
Until all of me has been purged.
All my spirit
All my soul
My existence won't be a dirge.
I hope that some of these poems
Have pulled some of you from the verge.
It's okay to not be okay.
It's okay to not feel heard.
Just hang in there
It takes some time for light and the dark to merge.