I feel like I’m saying goodbye,
Each day at a time,
It might not be sleep,
It might not be mine,
It might not be this,
That or something else👋
You’re watching aren’t you
Each day as I recall,
That timings perfect purr,
The roar of it all,
And so it’s sewn so well,
That I can’t say the end,
Is anything anymore,
Than a timelost friend.
And maybe when it’s dark,
Maybe as I’m alone,
Those little bursts of speed,
Where I take up my throne,
Surely I’m in deep trouble,
Maybe I am not..
Maybe when I remember,
All that I forgot..
Christmas everyday,
Is nothing but my dread,
Because a god made perfect🙏,
Might be better unsaid..
I’m writing to a wall,
Just the things I always do,
Maybe in remorse,
Maybe you did too,
I can’t believe that I’m lost,
In winding down each day,
I have nothing left to give,
Before it goes away,
Solely happiness lives,
In something more each day.
I’m so tired of tunes,
That say the same old thing,
I’m weary of the friends,
That do not give a ding,
And solely but surely, with each little return,
I see there’s peace in verbs, attenuation and relearn.
It feels like I’m always late,
To a party I can’t start,
And though it’s not all true,
At times we do depart.
It follows me always,
Whatever it may be,
Matthew may be one,
Oh lord a name for me.
I don’t tend to see,
Until it is too late,
Because God is often with us,
It’s the pain I cannot take.
Does a boy always look,
To the rhythm of his mind,
Or is my timing perfect,
To know that we’re all blind.
And so noone can say,
That I am truly him,
Because each waking hour,
I seem to just be in,
Paths they always go,
And so I’m in reverse🎉,
When I am truly happy,
I merely create a verse,
And struggle at that I do,
Tonight it has been hard,
I don’t know what compass,
Is stuck on north – reward.
Even though I cannot keep a secret👍,
And or change my course right now,
They all say it gets better🎈,
Once you figure out how.
Clear is my choice, paint is a weapon,
Whose voice I hear out here,
Is nothing at 11.
Clear & Precise Resumes 