Eternal Pain

17

I pick up the pen

I start writing

Electricity running thru the old wiring

But who am I kidding

It isn't what it was

I'm out here writing this just cuz

Can't believe there was a time that was

When I could string together a much better verse

But now my talent's carried in a hearse

My flow pirated, my words strained, my mind cursed

What could I have done, life asked this of me

I sold my passion for money and that is how it'll be

Yes I abandoned it, all the songs and the memes and my art

I don't know if I'll ever restart

Honestly I just want to be rich and not have to work

Even if on the way I have to become a clerk

Just eyeing the top and hoping my plan works.