Maybe I get it and they just don’t
Maybe they get it and I’m the issue
Mental avenues I constantly sift through
I can’t decipher to write ya my solution
The confusion I learned ain’t worth my amusement
So I’m choosin to be cruisin on my path less traveled
Exist in the moment and until my journeys unraveled
I end this vent for adjournment like a judge with their gavel
- Author: asrealastheycome ( Offline)
- Published: December 9th, 2019 00:17
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 18
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