Wanting to write something, from my mind,
but everything is a mixed up rhyme.
Its thinking over many past times,
memories of, how many lies,
What was done in despite,
and what caused this a cursed half-life?
It’s not easy to forget,
Sometimes I feel I’m just a silhouette,
a ghost of who I am,
not the person I had ever planned to turn out,
venturing further into no mans land.
And in that hollow peaceless land,
I stumbled across a music stand,
so then I felt like listening to a jazz band,
but there was no one around, so instead I took the stand,
everything has gotten out of hand,
gone off to my own piece of land,
maybe I go there to understand,
but after all, this is what happens when you take a strong stand,
you come out of it all, made of your own brand,
obviously its all unplanned,
but pain you’ve proof, you can withstand,
on the other hand,
you are a mess,
chaotic but blunt,
caught in distress.