All in My Head


No time for writer’s block in improv or no such thing?

Faith would be nice, but I’ll settle for hope

Got to clean these dirty glasses and clear this smokey head

Get excited about life instead of counting days til you’re dead

Trying to get my hands on some paper all I can grasp are some shreds

Love finds a way to overcome it all the real and the B.S.

Makes all the fear the doubt the broken self esteem worth it in the end

Just sittin riffin tryna spill it all out

Create something express myself that way instead of shout

On second thought find me a pillow to absorb the noise

And watch out as I hurt around all my toys

An child’s distraction from an adult’s labor

Just need to remember how lucky I am and do myself a few favors

Thoughts?

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