It’s my hat that’s holding my head together. My thinning cap hides my eyes when the head tilts. When the beat doesn’t match the expressions and just wants feel better. I don’t wear snap backs for the havta be fitting to the thought process to eat I’m built. There’s no coming back from the past when the more transformed into the future of me waiting out life to see the sun from under the bill. In the shade is ever I was casted so in the shadows is ever is cool to be. I have something to catch the sweat before it drips into my eyes. So I can witness what’s stands before me. To have a choice in the matters of entanglements attempting to redirect my life. I’m most comfortable when it’s turned backwards bcuz ain’t nothing that’s come my way ever been straight. Not like I have been when they get close enough to the monster wanting to play. So just know if it sounds back sound and the face angles to the floor, I’m avoiding luv.,I just don’t want it no more. Now tell me I’m wrong for hiding my secrets in an ol ball cap that no one’s seen the inside of. All my bs goes into my safe space stitched together with threads. Keeping my truths somewhere outside my head so my piece of mind I can trust. It’s dinette they cannot me read. Worn out thoughts will give a reason to upgrade into a new feel upon the dome. Everything runs a coarse like hole to ventilate stench fumigating from effete I’ve been. Released at its highest point my worries escape to complete the process of my mind being my only home. An had had more purpose than anything that’s ever made me grin…
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