thoughts at, an all time deep-end
felt that last weekend
played out thought patterns
again and again
felt like giving up on my crafts like a broke chef
it's bittersweet tasty
disconnected from most, you won't find my face-
books still getting read like my eye's every night
lyin' awake at night no matter how tired
the connection to my brain and heart is a cross fire
habit of misfire, hoping it can ceasefire
the pumps and veins requires a rewire
so I'm at it again from a paper and pen
what will you think then?
good images under my name
our photo's in the hall of fame,
in this game we played, seeing you in that time frame
roll another, write another, this is draft #143
one love from a brother, on a higher degree
dreamin' to fall, I said that before
wait, I've had it before
can you help me restore?
