Moving on am I moving wrong
All this way I have came along
Use to be a king feeling mighty strong
Now weakening an seeming like a little pawn
I’ve made mistakes now I lay awake an question my decisions
Feels like a mental collision or a mind snatching mission
Until it is missing when there is no begging an wishing to be in a better condition.
I’ve lost the game of life don’t cut corners
I won’t stop now I gotta pocket full of quarters
I’m raining down on my enemy’s just like a mortar
I swear my care for perfection must be a disorder
Some hate the rain but have enough pain to fill their bathtub
Heart filled with dents they just wanna vent maybe have there back rubbed.
Others cover up an act tough when all they wanna do is have love.
An abundance of roads will unfold along with many other paths
They can lead you to success but give you plenty of tasks.
Change feels strange but it’s better then failing
Others ships sinking while you remain sailing
staying to fight while others already bailing.
“Tyson give them a few lines”
“Ehhh I guess but I’m not going to try”
Suddenly sliding silently surviving stumbling down the slope.
I promise to calm us karma’s got us just have a little hope.
Damaged but I’m not broke just trying to line my demons up between my scope.
Do anything I can to cope so at the end of the day I’m not hanging at the end of a rope.
No joking or laughing when I’m screaming an gasping for peace.
My heads so heavy I’m feeling obese hoping this load lightens up an starts to decrease.
Their not satisfied until I die a never ending feast.
I don’t fall easily i’m eagerly waiting for the next move.
To improve myself, my health, my wealth anyone’s toxins will be removed.
Not asking for sympathy or instantly expecting greatness.
Once This world’s beautiful color unfurls I will leave the grayness.
Murrmanski
