Vicious Cycle
Stuck in a vicious cycle.
Internalized emotions
got my mind going.
Neurons exploding
in every which direction.
What do you know?
A nerve is pinched
too tightly.
My teeth begin to clinch.
Opening my mouth to spit
words I might regret.
Praying to my disciples.
Hoping that I don't flip.
A lightbulb flickered
in my noggin.
As sooner then I realized
I was left dwelling on what
could not be helped.
And here again I stand
stuck in a vicious cycle.
Left on my knees I repent.
The sins I did not commit .
But had I flipped.
I would landed myself into
the fire pits of this vicious cycle.
Corresponding to previous episodes
of the past.
Through the fire will I laugh moving
forward through the flames?
Or will I frown shaking hands with
the devil as I turn to ash?
From this vicious cycle.
Recycling lessons once
taught to me.
Ain't nothing in life
bought for free.
But ought to be.
Here I lay reminding myself
to put life in me.
It took me a while.
But finally.
I'm gon' fight for me.
To get out of this vicious cycle.
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