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Rut


i haven't written in a while i think it's cause im stressed 

i haven't written in a while i think it's cause im depressed 

maybe i don't have the creative juices in me anymore 

maybe im just not as exciting anymore 

maybe ive truly just become a bore

im tired of living this dry life. 

im tired of having this violent internal strife 

who knows what will happen next 

who knows if ill pass life's test. 

all i know is that im boring

and boring gets people snoring 

but maybe sleep is good for you 

so i guess that's what ima let them do

sometimes you don't have to let your feelings out 

sometimes you have to scream and shout

this is one of those quiet times. 

so for another day ill write my silly rhymes 

and scribble my pointless thoughts 

and maybe do what i ought not 

im waiting for something to change

im waiting to be put in the game

im waiting to elevate my standing 

im waiting for my dramatic landing

im just waiting 

and i don't want to become glued 

so maybe ill take off my shoes 

and use my bare toes to make a new trail 

one that may rain hail. 

but that's the point. i don't want the basic i want to be exciting like new spaces. 

i need to bloom while i can

i need to make a new damn plan 

i need to clear my head space

i need to elevate my current place

maybe one day ill be better than i am

maybe one day ill think i can be better than i can 

then it'll give me something to live for

cause the only thing the opposition is giving me are things to die for

but who says we don't live to die 

and who said boys aren't allowed to cry.

who said im not allowed to be loud 

why don't these fools want me to make a sound

how else can i let this stress out 

how else can i make people understand this pout

that i don't deserve the dull life i have now 

im the only one that hasn't changed and im going to have a cow 

im not good enough 

and sure that's tough 

but maybe one day ill be brave enough to say 

that ill live my life anyway 

 i don't care about you 

suck my toes and kiss my shoes 

because one day ill leave this palace 

and yes it'll be at my pace

i wont allow opinions to rule me 

i wont let this rut confuse me

i think im done now 

but you know how that goes 

i have a life full of first world woes 

im acting weak so ill do better 

maybe ill do something out of the regular 

but until then it's the end 

hopefully things won't get this normal again 

im stuck in a rut it sucks like shucks

maybe its my time to get out of this rut.

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