My Thoughts
I like to write about whatever that’s on my mind
Life’s not a videotape, you can’t just fast forward and rewind
It takes time, it’s fine
Just try not to think about it
How can I sleep at night? My mind is throwing a fit
So please sit, and let me introduce you to my mind
I promise something is on it all the time
Even the little-less bit of stress gets to me
It creeps up on me when I’m not looking
Look at all this time that it took me
Earthquake, it shook me wide awake
Can’t close my eyes, can’t take a break
It always takes the best of me
Oh, and where’s the rest of me?
Everyday, I day dream
It’s a part of me, that gives me natural creativity
If I could control it, just roll it, up
And tuck it away
I wouldn’t be writing the poems I write today
Please get out of my face
I really do need my space
I gave you my trust
You blew it like a lit candle
Guess it was too hot to handle
Sit it on the mantle
Before you get burned, and turn, the table
And I start to Fable
Yes, I am able
I’d hook it up, but I don’t have the cable
Let’s make it a lawsuit, a case
Found guilty?
Let’s ditch this place
My thoughts are taking over
A star, a supernova
Up in the sky, looking down at me
Telling me who, and what to be
My thoughts, they run through my mind
Everyday, every single time
My mind is racing with beautiful rhymes
All of it’s priceless
It’s not the money
But simply the time that was spent
It’s my true passion, lights flashin
Heart racin’, I’m pacin
All the words like a dictionary
Only if I had a canary
To sing every word I spoke
Every word I wrote
All my thoughts being put on paper with ink
I’m drowning in the pool of words, of poetry
I can’t swim, but the words are helping me float
No needs for a boat
I’m truly inspired, with love and desire
I can’t put this fire out
It’s heaping higher and higher
Words flowin through my head
A boat on a lake of vocab
That I must have
I’d pay, but I purposely lost the tab
In the lake, when I was fishin
For a word that rhymes with flock
Well, I guess a flock is a mockery of a gentleman’s insecurities
I must not have dollars, cause that does not make sense
But the time that was spent
Is priceless, it will get you verbally rich
My thoughts are made of inspiration and creativity
What has gotten into me?
What could it be?
A mystery?
Call Sherlock Holmes, get him on the phone
My thoughts are ticking like a clock
A bomb, tick tock
There’s a knock, on the door
Next to the window, on the fifth floor
Did you have enough, or do you want more?
Like an apple, eat it to the core
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