A.S.A.P

Everyday I spend my time

writing lines

Feeling fine

Waiting here to find the sign that

I should take it slow

There I go

getting emotional

Doing the most

I know

Got the love birds chirping out the window but

Ion need love no more

So I rhyme

Then come back to my senses

Realizing

That good neighbors are the results of good

Fences

Boundaries that keep me out of my emotions

I make the motion to

Embark

but I 

understand that 

I'm just somebody in a nobody town

Won't compete for center stage

So I become so underground

To find me

You have to sit on the 

Floor