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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