My Thoughts

Really? Has my life come to this

Tskong this with a side of piss

Suck behind what feels like a locked door

Can't end here, there has to be more

So full of it, most days strain my heart

Sometimes I rather just starve for my art

Push myself to make it for a meal

Harsh life until I my dream real

Not to reap but to simply recite

And make heard the things I write

With my stage fright and all

Even if shortly after I fall

A year of that is ten times better than the last four

Recently feeling like a company whore

Well I guess a prostitute cause I get a check

Though none of it is worth the disrespect

But why quit there to find another dead end

There's just more river around the riverbend

Figured when im fed up and through

I'll dive into what I love to do

It makes sense to me anyway

Just waiting for that day

Leaving this normality

Turn my thoughts to reality