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Castles


   There's some things that needs to be said

   My castle stats to feel hollow

I can hear the flying swalows

Is it because I decided to take steps ahead,

They know I would heal their cut if as I blead.

I'm a good judge of character, got the wisdom,

to get to places people say that's distant.

But I already feel distant.

All I can tell you is to listen

To this call while I'm working on happiness,

"All I want is the best, no more, no less.

I haven't reached all my goals but I'm blessed

Blessed to be at this point of time

But to say I'm 100 percent fine

Is something I'm trying to find.

Right now, I'm searchng for something to fill the void

But it must be real, no fake, no toy."

 

   I mean it's no problem though

There's no issues, no regret.

I just want better for myself,

Heck, maybe even for y'all.

 

   My castle is shrinking, smaller by the day

Trying to keep the founation that I laid

It seems the more I put in my brain

Pushes me to the claim of being insane

Everyone wants to finally hang and chll

But what happens if I didn't had my skills?

What's worse than having a bad soul

is not knowing if you're able to handle your own.

How do you expect for me to save yourself

if you knew this was coming to yourself.

When I was the one stuggling, no one gave me a hand

But they expect me to help while I'm ahead.

So if there was no care found, it isn't there

It's a repeat, this has rapidly began to form

Would people survive if I wasn't there anymore,

I just wonder if I close my castle doors...

 
 
 
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