Word of the day
I’m in a birl, I need to find my Camelot.
I feel violated, like a thief in the night, they filch my life
So much shindy going on around me, I could almost taste the rumpus
I long for a life of peace
This is no allocution, just a personal message to you
Day or night I can’t escape it as they gorgonize me
They want me to be an also-ran but what is en-regle is that I am an overcomer, I am victorious
Don’t view me as a Kibitzer as I speak from the depth of my guts
I have to escape this constant brabble, it stifles me
I need to find my solace, a place as intemerate as a virgin’s womb
I plotz by the end of the day when to breath becomes a chore
Wellaway. “How did it end up like this!”
Right in front of me it slowly crumbles….that can’t be my life, is it?
I need to get this jackapes off my back
With two hands I need to hent myself and rise above this choppy waters
With time I will build an irrefrangible life buttressed by love sown in my heart
Like a kinchin I seek the safety of my mother’s bosom
I am destined to be a lollapalooza but my trials to reach that goal may defeat me
My heart now a mainour as the thief strides away confidently
Confused, I suffer as they obnubilate my mind, they want me to give it all up
What is the bounty, the quittance to set me free? Scared and lonely, the price may just be too much to pay
What did I just write….I don’t know….doesn’t make sense…I should just recant it.