Music in my words

My self-portrait,
Shows a man that the wealth tortured,
Self absorbed with his own self,
Forfeit a shelf full of awards,
Worshipping the war ships that set sail on my sea of life,
The way I see my own self and wonder if we still see a light,
We was tight,
Seeing lights,
Speaking right and breathing life,
Now I see my demons and barely even sleep at night,
I don’t get high,
Life keep me at a decent height,
As the old me,
I predicted all my recent plights,
Exhausted, trying to fall asleep
Lost inside my recent fights,
Burdens on my shoulders, now,
Burning all my motors down,
Inspiration drying up,
Motivation slowing down.

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