Behind the sterile walls
No room in my mind for more
No room on mine
Wandering, wondering when
If the light will shine again.
At least that what my mind says, but my body is still here
But where is here?
So full of thoughts, yet still
At least that’s what the wasted time says
Trying to keep it together
But failing at best
But my best was less
Less a factor of my own trappings of the mind
Or his sudden decline into insanity
The pool is full and
You are sinking to the bottom
Like a cinder block
At least that what the clock says
as the minutes become DAYS
Falling, confused then I tripped
I gather my things and move to another place
How long determines how I feel.
Can I be stealth?
Flying under the radar, but still seen by one
Feenin for a slice of blood orange
The mean citrus drips down my lips and onto
Did it stain, or was that just me
Me looking for an excuse to be a mess
But no excuses needed, just gone
At least that what my mind says.
Since my past MOODS & MOMENTS are GONE, let’s start some new memories… Let’s melt into the night with Jill Scott’s ‘Gone’ featuring Paul Wall!