Art
Where is my life going as the
words start flowing from the tip
of my pen. My sins haunt me and
rob me of my pride. A surprise as the
ink slides across the paper cause the pen
is my saber and my savior in life. but it
can't answer my question.
"Where is my life going?"
So I'm sewing these words together in a
patchwork of art it's not a masterpiece but
i'll never cease of trying or trying to stay
flying in the clouds, but its hard to play the cards your
dealt when the dealer's cheating so life feels like
a beating after beating, my brain is overheating to
the beating of my heart as i use the pieces of this art
to answer my question.
"Where is my life going?
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