Verse 1
Lately I've been waking up with so many raw emotions
The Elders say nowadays to live in the moment
Because tomorrow is never promised
I have no time for the haters
Or the ones just going through the motions
Yeah that Richie he's always sinking himself
Deeply inside of an ocean I'm just seeking some
Balance using poetry as a guide hoping to gain
Guidance as I try to navigate through the world
And its violence the modern day Poseidon
Using poetry as a trident
Just so critics can sit in awe in the midst of
The silence you have only one shot to be vibrant
Paint your art vividly hoping that one day
They'll be timeless I'm just sitting here honest
Verse 2
Sometimes I catch myself gazing at the stars
And all of her vastness sometimes I just want to
Sit with the masses but not all are wearing glasses
Feeling the weight of the world and her madness
And everything that I seem to be tasked with as
A poet while sinking deeper into a life of an artist
All in the hopes of that when you mention a great
I'm not so easily discarded
We're living in a world where people
Will chew out your poetry before it even has
Time to breathe and then spit out its
Carcass for all the world to see
That's the world and her energy but you have
To keep penning these change up the world
And spark up the light for all to see
What makes you unique?
What makes you think you could do any better?
These are the questions that constantly
Are left unanswered especially when I find
Myself on the brink so I write with a passion
Like none other because when poetry and I
Have each other neither of us can topple
Verse 3
As you go through life and her moments
You find yourself sometimes frozen in motion
Staring at the waves of the ocean
Through all the midst of the commotion
My back tends to be against the wind
As the weight of the pen truly begins
Setting in hoping that these words
Starts settling in that you feel the rawness
Of these words and my rush of emotions
While pulling on the backside of the curtains
Behind the scenes I was trying to create
A better version of me though it remains
Quite uncertain I'm still hoping and
Learning always yearning to be better each day
Trying to stay strong but really on the surface
I'm constantly, steadily, nervously sinking out
My purpose while people around me
Lose themselves to the bourbon
10/24/2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem