I know no one likes a complaining attitude
So here I hide my sort of rant book
Cause thinking about life always leaves me shook
The paradoxes, the injustice and everything it took
In return to give a few blessings to keep you hooked
While for a lucky few it showers gifts even after they hit snooze
Some losers like me, drown myself in music and booze
But hey, at least I can write poems, what about those who can't
How can they express what's in their mind and what they want
The feeling of a life without art, a desert full of sand
Without any oasis to help you withstand
The trials and tribulations thrown by life's hand
Writing this to a beat of a freestyle in my mind
But the words are completely different and new, so I don't mind
"Come, breakfast is ready" my mom reminds
While to the better and worse days my mind rewinds
Everything is good in life, but I don't feel that great
I focus on what I lack instead of what I have, need to change that state
But the human mind isn't easy to program, and I hate
How long it takes to shift a thought or belief, try giving it a date
I'm crazy, my mind always trying to stand beside death's gate
I've got much more of life left though, I should probably work on my gait
If only there was a way to earn from these rhymes, tell me straight
Blessed are the rappers who can make such flows and get paid
And get loved and get listened to, even if some will always hate
I mean it was my dream, but I quashed it under incompetence
And the lack of a path and vision increased my intolerance
Of waiting on a dream that I don't know how to make real
Music's never a one man show, and one man is all I had to make it go
Some day I might find my team, and I wait until then
Just trying to get thru life meanwhile, until I get to the point of zen.
YOU ARE READING
Eternal Pain
PoetryAlone in the night, nowhere to hide Just me and my trash thoughts to write