Rejection before breakfast is not easy to chew, although missing this many teeth it should slip right through
With some of my nose gone you\'d think I\'d see what\'s underneath, yet within each breath I drift further into the brink
All life becomes my enemy and my heart starts to sink, lost in confusion I have to let my mind drift
To pour my soul out into my poetry is why it exists, looking for a another way forward than to just roll my next hit
May this entry give guidance finding a new groove to rebalance, so the rest of my days can be dancing in salads